GLIDING
The Aerodrome was usual enough; it had
aircrafts, gliders and helicopters waiting on the tarmac.
My instructor and I were waiting to do, our
Checks, Put the parachutes on, Briefing on the flight.
Waiting for the launching batten to get waved.
Waiting for the Citabria to take off.
Whistling up in the air.
Gliding behind the tow plane.
Letting go.
Soaring.
Doing nothing important at all.
Inspired by James K Baxter
By Ryan Maney
I like your memoir poem about the aerodrome, as you have painted a clear picture in my head of what you do there. Keep up the good work, and the good plane flying!:)
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