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The excitement starts
The second I wake up
I have the biggest smile ever
Today I am jumping
Today I will fly

My stomach has butterflies
A tea and I’m ready to go
To the skydiving hanger
To my chariot with wings

The tiny aerodrome 
Welcomes me home once again
They are like family
Watched me fly 
Pass my course
And become qualified

I put my rig on
And do my checks
Doing the buckles up tight
I pull the straps across my chest
I am ready to go 
Let’s go fly

The chariot starts
Its golden wings are alive 
We all pile in, the four of us 
Like sardines all seated back to back

It is hot and bumpy
Riding through the sky
The excitement builds
I cannot wait
I want to go
I want to fly free


Two minutes we have
The pilot shouts
Helmets on and pin check done
We are ready to go
The door flies open
The deafening wind blasts our ears


One by one we jump out
At 12000 feet
I’m not here to look at the view
Although it is rather captivating
The horizon below
On top of the universe I am



I jump out the door
Feel the wind against my face
Forceful and strong
It’s strength holding me firm
My body symmetrical 
I fall through the sky 

I feel like I am floating on air
No one else is around me
My hair flows behind
I am relaxed flying free
I am in love
With this feeling
Nothing comes close

I see the beauty of the sea 
And the fields that it protects
The river looks still from up here
Tiny cars, invisible people
I know they are there

Sixty seconds is all time allows
A whole minute of pure exhilaration
No wings I need
No feathers or tail
I fly free with the birds with a smile

I bring my arm round
To deploy my protection
Out it flows, the wind aiding its swell
Spreading woven silk in all its glory
To help me land safely
As delicate as a bird

Well, maybe not exactly
I usually land on my rump
I have bad knees 
And other ails
At my age I have to worry 

I steer using my toggles
Fly towards my golden field
With wings of blue, I use the wind
To land against
The golden rule

I steer my toggle right and around I go in a spin
I try again the other way
I laugh and straighten up
I find my heading and aim
I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be
As I glide onto the sun scorched grass
Back to earth, without a bump


I let go of my toggles
The parachute deflates
Floating softly to the ground
Its job done for now
With a silent thank you
I wrap it up and carry it back
Cradling my hero in my arms
To save another life, another time

To fly is a gift
A gift I respect
And I will once again
Fly free
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