Man has dreamed of flying high
Since birds first avoided his spear.
Not until nineteen-o-three,
Was it done despite his fear.
With gasoline and engine,
Propellers and wings for lift,
The Wright brothers flew their plane
And gave mankind their gift.
Many countries built their planes
As our world became insane.
Planes were used in two world wars,
With bombs and bullets to rain.
Now we fly in outer space
In search of life’s creation.
Though most succeed, some will die;
Pioneers of aviation.
Nothing else man can conceive,
Is more luring than God’s sky.
To be as one with the stars
Is the wish of all who fly.
©Copyright by Tom Zart (Date Unknown)