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Low Flight

. . . a helo pilot's lament

Oh, I have lifted vertically from the ground

And humbly joined the sky while wings

Swept round.

Forward I've flown, while closely hugging earth

Beneath the clouds, and done a hundred things

you would not dare do:

Autoed, hoisted and beeped while challenging

death.

Hovering there I've fought the shifting winds

around

SH-3A-hoveringAnd forced my balking craft through fearful

turbulent air

Down amongst the low awaiting fog --

I've stayed above the sea

Through skill - where never goat

nor even C-130 flew

And while with silent humble stance,

I've listened to the men who fly

on high

I've lowered my head and taken their abuse

And somewhere God looked at me

and smiled

The Silver Eagle

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. . .Alternate Version of "Low Flight"


Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth

And hovered out of ground effect on semi-rigid blades;

Earthward I've auto'ed and met the rising brush of

Non-paved terrain;

And done a thousand things you would never care to -

Skidded and dropped and flared

Low in the heat soaked roar.

Confined there, I've chased the earthbound traffic

And lost the race to insignificant headwinds;

Forward and up a little in ground effect

I've topped the General's hedge with drooping turns

Where never Skyhawk -or even Phantom flew.

Shaking and pulling collective, I've lumbered

The low untrespassed Halls of Victor Airways

Put out my hand and touched a tree.

Unknown

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