A Dedication To Nancy Lynn, Nat'L Stunt Pilot

From the traces of Amelia Earhart Her roots We could be tying Considering how she had Mastered "the Art of Flying" So naturally doing her Snap rolls The way a Computer geek On the Internet, does his scrolls Soaring through thin air About the Earth's equator Using her woman's intuition To be her navigator Knowing by heart, all the dangers Of taking such a risk Believing, solely, within herself That "People are only killed by Cockiness" Despite, how Our courageous Amelia Had cold disappeared Was Nancy still fascinated Feeling worse things to have feared Like being made to stay from The one thing she did desire Recalling how Confidants Tried to convince her to retire Although, She would Never give up The freedom of flying her XL 300 Plane Pressing on, with A sunny disposition Ignoring the possiblities of there being rain Because she had a "rep to protect" Being a Stunt Pilot, Nationally known Becoming right before Our very eyes A legend to her death tragically flown Upon "staying the course" Like the crew of Colmbia Seven Looking to defeat all odds Getting lost between earth and heaven Putting a damper on her plans For futhering her flight thru the friendly skies Except in the Spirit, appearing as a Cloud of Smoke From which We choke in between the Cries