My Instructor, Bill
Flew control line planes till I met Bill
Who said, RC is the way
Give up that stuff, I’ll teach you RC
It’s a more fun way to play
RC stands for radio control
Had to buy a bunch of stuff
I bought it all as a package deal
Bill said, “You now have enough”
Bill and I hit it off from the start
We seemed to both think the same
He was a top commercial pilot
Retired and loves model planes
An experienced and good teacher
He would patiently cajole
He helped me get my trainer all built
Taught me radio control
When the day came to give it a try
Bill hooked up a buddy box
That enabled him to take control
Keep the plane out of the rocks
Bill saved my bacon many a time
Help keep my plane in one piece
He’d give enough slack so I could learn
But knew when to “pull the lease”
Little by little I learned to fly
Gave me a really big thrill
The comradery was half the fun
The credit all goes to Bill
Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2011
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