Flight
I am going to fly again now, and Idon't mean metaphor,
As I get back in the cockpit once again
Take the stick, and start the motor, feel the lift, and hear the roar –
Life renewed for me can never be the same.After months of semi-vision in my left eye all the time
And the loss of depth-perception by the by
I’m so glad to get my vision back with future that is mine
I am going to fly an aircraft in the sky.When I learned to fly the first time there was much I did not know
Two-way radio was foreign to my ear
Navigation was quite primitive “I Follow Railway”, so
And mechanics of the motor far from clear.But I was up north with radios – bush flying quite a lot
Then I helped a friend to make a teaching tool.
There’s much better information on the net and can be bought
And new instruments enough to make one drool.I am tired of playing safe and affect stripping on the ground
I’ve a craving to return again to air
There’s a lure for me in flying like the North that can’t be found
In the southern creature-comforts found down here.It will take a while and cost a lot I’m sure but this I see:
Life is short I’ve found, and turns upon a dime
There’s a zest in living rising from way deep inside of me
So I'm going to make the most of this new time.navigation