The Aviator
By Vern Dallman - contributed by Shawn Sever (randysever@worldnet.att.net)

                Oh I am the Aviator
                Who taught the world to Fly.
                One of the few
                with sticks and glue
                Who learned to tame the sky.

                To pay our debt
                to Lafayette
                Above the canon's roar.
                I took the chance
                to die in France
                In the war to end all war.

                I flew the mail
                through rain and hail
                Barnstormed accross the land.
                I found the way
                For meager pay
                Where airline routes are planned.

                I've looped and spun
                Against the sun
                At shows and county fairs.
                I've raced the best
                So we could test
                The aircraft factories' wares.

                I've tested ships
                With stalls and slips
                Untill the way was clear
                To find the way
                One wondrous day
                To up the stratosphere.

                I've trod the moon
                And one day soon
                I'll reach beyond the sky.
                For I am the Aviator
                Who taught the world
                To fly.

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