Peace.
Peace and forgiveness fills the air on which I'm gliding.
I am one with my aeroplane. From the moment of beginning until the ending of the stop. We are One.
I feel excitement on the crosswind, forgiveness on the downwind and peace on the base.
The tower calls and I answer. Poetry is made. Words that confuse the unknown person and they are afraid. The tower is Our center.
I feel at home once I'm controlled.
Controlled, yet I make life changing decisions every second of every flight.
Thrills run down the wing alongside the wind. Thrills of flying and thrills of dying, in peace.
Finally I let the wheels kiss the runway up until I vacate.
I say, let's fly agian tomorrow and let go of any sorrow. Let me be the guy that makes poetry in the sky.
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Pilot Poetry
PoetryPilots, Aviators, Aviation Enthusiasts and Anyone with a passion for poetry: This is for you! My name is Marcus, I'm a Private Pilot in South Africa. I'm a guy with a huge passion for the sky, and I also love poetry! Flying is being one with your ai...
