Flying High
Without any wings, he attempts to fly,
out in the desert, risking his life.
Why do they do it, is the thrill so great,
just to have this desire, what will he break.
Riding ,and jumping, doing tricks in the air,
on lookers are fascinated, will he dare.
Stunts bring a crowd, wanting more,
guts, and grit, he has for sure.
Impossible things, they try to do,
this is their passion, and saying, I flew.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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