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THE GRAVITY FLYER
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They say what goes up has to come down
And its certain those words are true,
They are firm in the mind of a man who dares
To challenge the skies of blue.
They ride in an aircraft above the clouds
With a longing to go much higher,
But once out the door they fall with great speed
In the flight of a gravity flyer.
To so many people its a daring game
With a risk that they love to take,
There is no other place upon the earth
That will offer a chance to make
A thrill attainable only to those
Who have their hearts urged on like a fire,
They call it skydiving for want of a name,
For the fall of a gravity flyer.
To get free of earth, one must have a lift,
A device that will fly off the ground,
It took eons of time to develop the means,
But in time that device was found.
A motor, and airframe, with wings on each side
And this aircraft would fill our desire
To get up in the air where our needs would be met,
The needs of a gravity flyer.
In the long fall to earth, one must have a brake
Cause the impact would ruin your day,
A cloth parachute had been put to the test
And it blossomed above in a way
That would slow one's descent as their feet touch the ground,
Like being lowered to earth on a wire,
All fears were replaced by the love of the flight
That is made by a gravity flyer.
Mankind once believed that he was condemned
To live out his life bound to earth,
Those bonds have been severed and now he is free
To explore since the day of his birth.
Such freedom we have, we are no longer tied
Like a servant is tied to his squire,
Its a matter of pride to get into the sky
And return as a gravity flyer.
So take up the challenge and fall for the thrill
That awaits for you up in the sky,
The gravity pulls as you exit the door
And in downward direction you fly.
To the north, to the south, the east or the west
You can share with your friends your desire,
And for the rest of your life you'll be recognized as
One who is a gravity flyer.
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BUMPING MY HEAD ON A CLOUD Bill Cole
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In the cool morning air we climbed into the plane
And the Cessna was soon in the sky,
We climbed to ten thousand and opened the door
And were gone in the blink of an eye.
A perfect four-way as we dropped toward earth
In a sport that would make one feel proud,
It was over too soon, and I then wondered why
I had just bumped my head on a cloud.
The very next jump was an air show display
We were primed for a show in the sun,
To think we'd be paid for filling our lust
Of skydiving which is nothing but fun.
A near perfect day, with small white clouds in the sky
And below was a marvellous crowd,
The jump was as good, with one exception for me
As I had just bumped my head on a cloud.
I finally awoke to the reason for it
And I quickly knew just what took place,
My head now was aching, and I felt like a fool
And I'm sure I was red in the face,
I just had to stop drinking much more than I should
It was beer parties that brought on this dread,
I had only been dreaming and was now wide awake
Cause I had twice fallen out of my bed.
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