The days that we have flown
By Timothy S. Bastian - (timothy607@earthlink.net)

                You came to me,
                like a frightened child,
                and asked me how to fly.

                I took your hand,
                and led you up,
                and showed you how and why.

                We have looped and dove,
                and rolled and spun,
                and cut patterns from the sky.

                And when we were done,
                we'd had some fun,
                and you learned how to fly.

                Though you walk this Earth,
                you've soared like an eagle,
                seeing your shadow in the clouds.

                You've done marvelous things,
                since you've spread your wings,
                and you've made your instructor proud.

                And now that you have,
                let go of my hand,
                and set out on your own.

                I hope that you,
                will remember me,
                and the days that we have flown.

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