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The Son of a Pilot

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I sat at the end of the runway
Stopped to watch the wonders go by
A beautiful plane, as if carved from a pilot’s bone
Revved its engines
I was admiring the untamed power
I was the humblest of humble children
And as the engines shot the hero to the sky
I stayed and waited for the next one
 
I was the son of a pilot
So almost a hero myself
I would someday fly higher than the others
Even better than my father could
 
I fell asleep in the shadows of the hangar
I saw a dream reeking of kerosene
I saw a pilot, daring and confident
Rocket up into the sky
Up away and through the blanket of clouds
Flying up into aviation history
The jet’s wings were doused in sun gold
When it broke free from the grasp of the Earth
 
I was the son of a pilot
So almost a hero myself
I would someday fly higher than the others
Even better than my father could
 
The wind is blowing over the vast airfields
Like on an open, deserted land
And at the end of the runway there’s a hole in the sky
A door to the nigh impossible