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    Low Flight, via James A. Kinter Sr.

    helicopte poem

    Helicopter Flight, Patrick Mackeown (July 2006)

    Helicopter flight is very uneaven
    You're constantly bobbing about
    Tis surely no passtime for the seasick
    Nauseous attacks are never in doubt
    Unlike passenger flying we circle
    Dipping we weave, bob and play
    Swoop and then glide like an eagle
    We thrill in like fashion all day
    The noise must not be discounted
    Vibrations do shake to the core
    The whole rattling vehicle clatters
    Tremmors rise up through the floor
    Rotorcrafts lurch when they tilt
    Disconcerting, that must be said
    From our angle of dangerous lilt
    Tis wonderous we're not all dead
    A sharp turn is a thing of beauty
    like fairground shuttles at speed
    Bodies are compressed by air forces
    Respite is the one thing you need
    The ground is a quilt of spaces
    Houses are small and they gleem
    Far down cars and people moving
    Their distance is one of a dream

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