Model Airplanes
I have a fascination
With things that can take flight
Not so much with birds
But gliders, planes and kites
Then as a grade school kid
Different kites I would build
From string, sticks and newspaper
And then fly them on the hill
I thought gliders were “the thing”
Then control line came along
Short on cash and knowledge
My planes all turned out wrong
By the time I went to college
I had learned to build one right
We flew them on the baseball field
We even flew at nigh
We were living in Seattle
In all that mist and rain
When I took some lessons
And learned to fly a plane
The job I had with Boeing
When this was going on
Had me flying in the AWACS
Some flights were all night long
RC models was my bag
When retirement came around
Then I decided to give it up
To make a Bluegrass sound
Copyright © Charles Sides | Year Posted 2011
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