Maybe Skydiving Is For Me Poem by Barbara Jackson McGuire

Complete freedom
Complete unreality,
This is what you gain
When you live dangerously.
If you hang onto the plane
At thirteen thousand feet,
You'll never feel the thrill
If you don't take that leap.
From reality to unreal
While falling through the air,
No one can touch or talk to you
And you don't have a care.
Far above the clouds
Not a sign of earth,
Bright rays of sun
It's almost like a new birth.
They say there is a gene
That you inherit,
That makes you want
To live dangerously.
He probably got it
From his Grandfather,
Because he sure didn't
Get it from me.