Roger That Poem by S. I. Rednow

Roger That



If you're told that you can't, ask why
And if told that you won't, you try
When I doubted myself, I gave it my all
So just look at me now, I fly

When it's hot on the ground, you fry
If you want to cool off, go high
And if weather is bad, then go somewhere else
Planes always do better when dry

If it's light with power, it's spry
If you fly too heavy, you die
When trying to land, strong wind from the side
This isn't the time to be shy

If you find the right plane, you buy
So where do you take it, the sky
You soar above Earth, thank God for the gift
Remember those lost and you cry

Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
My dream since childhood was to become a pilot. At 40 I thought it wasn't to be. God had other plans. Now I've flying 15 years commercially, spreading cremated ashes over the Rockies. Who would have thought?
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S. I. Rednow

S. I. Rednow

Swindon, England
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