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.
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 but God's sky.
To be as one with the stars
Is the wish of all who fly.
By Tom Zart
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