Post by AquarianM on Apr 24, 2012 23:29:01 GMT -5
Barnstormers...
I'd wanted to be a pilot since I was big enough to pee over a grasshopper,
But dreams don't always come true, do they?
One pair of butt-ugly black plastic glasses,
And a cold bucket of "parental wisdom" ran out the clock,
Before the first butterfly popped her cocoon.
"You'll never fly anything but freight, kid."
So I joined the Air Force at sweet seventeen,
Got all sparky like Tesla,
Dreaming up Coyote tricks to rule the Universe,
But barely ever left the ground.
I wonder if anyone hears my heart stop,
When a paper airplane glides across the room,
Or a zephyr spins a pin-wheel,
When an old water-pumper is restored beside a farm house,
Or when a big white vision of grace makes 1.21 Gigawatts out in a field slow-spinning?
In my other universe,
I'm badder than Snoopy,
I swoop like a hawk,
Out-flock a bazillion blackbirds,
Float better than Led Zeppelin,
Day-dreaming of barnstormers and Dutch Flyers,
And I swim through the air like a flying fish in my sweeter dreams,
Chasing Don Quixote with a paintbrush.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 04/24/2012
I'd wanted to be a pilot since I was big enough to pee over a grasshopper,
But dreams don't always come true, do they?
One pair of butt-ugly black plastic glasses,
And a cold bucket of "parental wisdom" ran out the clock,
Before the first butterfly popped her cocoon.
"You'll never fly anything but freight, kid."
So I joined the Air Force at sweet seventeen,
Got all sparky like Tesla,
Dreaming up Coyote tricks to rule the Universe,
But barely ever left the ground.
I wonder if anyone hears my heart stop,
When a paper airplane glides across the room,
Or a zephyr spins a pin-wheel,
When an old water-pumper is restored beside a farm house,
Or when a big white vision of grace makes 1.21 Gigawatts out in a field slow-spinning?
In my other universe,
I'm badder than Snoopy,
I swoop like a hawk,
Out-flock a bazillion blackbirds,
Float better than Led Zeppelin,
Day-dreaming of barnstormers and Dutch Flyers,
And I swim through the air like a flying fish in my sweeter dreams,
Chasing Don Quixote with a paintbrush.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 04/24/2012