Guest Posted October 24, 2007 Share Posted October 24, 2007 All, Here is a little flying poetry for you, I thought of this while drinking a glass of whisky at the end of a busy flying day. "Touch it. Feel the cold sky on your face. Form a bond with this place, with your wing, the air, the birds, and clouds that live here. Become one of the people who truly bond and gel with the sky and there love of flying in it. Become a friend of the air, let the air become your lifes adventure, let the sky become your playground............. There is no better place than flying..........." By Simon Westmore SW Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
togsie Posted October 25, 2007 Share Posted October 25, 2007 Simon, you sure it was whisky that you were on and not the old "Jamaican Woodbines" Regards Togsie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
norman Posted October 25, 2007 Share Posted October 25, 2007 Yea Togsie, It's quite sad isn't it. The weather turns and what does he do? - he sets up a still and starts brewing hooch. Why else would he wax so lyrical? He needs a few more students to keep him off the sauce I think.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pegasus1 Posted October 25, 2007 Share Posted October 25, 2007 I was wondering if its a side effect of altitude sickness Norman? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dantheman Posted October 25, 2007 Share Posted October 25, 2007 Could be an age related problem, he is getting on a bit, Simon do you know anyone that flies hot air balloons ? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TerryW Posted October 25, 2007 Share Posted October 25, 2007 Hi Simon, I hope you get well soon!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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