A Dream to Fly

By John Cronin

It's in your blood; you don't know why
Just one goal; you've got to fly

To feel your craft; take to flight
It's been your dream; 'most every night

Then it came; your first flight
You spread your wings; it sure felt right

Above the ground, so high and free;
You could only think, it's meant to be

Ground school, flight school; summer and fall
So many lessons; to learn it all

Stalls and spins; and the lazy eight
You love to fly; but these you hate

Private, commercial; then ATP
A lot of work; you'll come to see

To build up time; you must agree
You'd fly anything; you'd fly for free

Snow streaks by, in your lights;
What a show, this cold winter night

Rain at the airport; dark and cold
Break out on top; a sight to behold

Cloud gives way; the storm is past
The air is smooth; your plane is fast

See the mountains; and oceans too
So many places; you'll pass through

Slice through clouds; on silver wings
So magnificent; to see these things

Props and jets; big and small
Coast to coast; you'll see it all

It's in your blood; you don't know why
You just can't stop; you've got to fly