Helicopter Poems




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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