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Solo
By Kenneth R. Mintz (KMINTZ@worldnet.att.net)
Oh, I have born myself aloft
On roaring engine and lifting wings
And felt the steady wind-song...soft,
Free my heart from earthbound things.
Topped, I have, the curling mists
And watched a snow white plain unfurled.
Gazed in silent awe and bliss
Upon the mountains above the world.
Touched, I have, some gentle clouds
And taking the inward view,
My soaring mind has laughed aloud
To see a childhood dream come true.
Drifted, I have, in the bright sunlight
And skimmed through the crystal air.
Alone at last in solo flight
I shed some burden there.
Written while learning to fly in the skys of Bavaria, southern Germany,
sometime in 1973 while in the Army.
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