My Vacation or Terror at Thirty-Thousand Feet
Sitting around MySideOfTheBar this week and the discussion turned to vacation. As the next two weeks are the busiest vacation weeks of the year I thought this poem of mine from vacation days of old would be apropos. I remember the day I tried to touch the sun Into the air the steel bird arose just so I could have some fun My pulse did race My brow was hot with sweat My hands were cold, clammy, and wet The voice of the captain said all was well But If that was the case then why did I feel like hell We cruised along at 30,000 feet Which was also the pace my heart did beat The stewardess asked if I wanted a drink I said look at my face and tell me what you think It was dark outside and the lightning did flash I was so scared I had to close my sash I swore that should my feet ever touch the ground There would be no more of this fooling around The engine roared as the bird approached land I had my friend hold my hand When the wheels touched down I let go a sigh As you can...