[font=Arial, Helvetica]Reverie[/font]
[font=Arial, Helvetica]I often wonder as I fly
Where go the airmen when they die?
Maybe they don't die at all
But only move to another haul.
Often on days when the sky is bright
And lofty pinnacles grace the height,
I wonder if in the upper air,
My pilot friends are waiting there.
In Heaven they'd not do menial things
But course the sky on special wings.
Ready to help us guys below
Guiding us when big storms blow.
Often when I have judged it wrong
And needed help to get along.
I wonder if air men gone before
Have guided me safely down once more. [/font]
[font=Arial, Helvetica]Poem written by George Greening[/font]
[font=Arial, Helvetica]I often wonder as I fly
Where go the airmen when they die?
Maybe they don't die at all
But only move to another haul.
Often on days when the sky is bright
And lofty pinnacles grace the height,
I wonder if in the upper air,
My pilot friends are waiting there.
In Heaven they'd not do menial things
But course the sky on special wings.
Ready to help us guys below
Guiding us when big storms blow.
Often when I have judged it wrong
And needed help to get along.
I wonder if air men gone before
Have guided me safely down once more. [/font]
