Hi Gang
Thought you might like this, hope you haven't seen it before.
Jack G.>FLYING WEST > >I hope there's a place, way up in the sky, >Where pilots can go, when they have to die. >A place where a guy can buy a cold beer >For a friend and a comrade, whose memory is dear; > >A place where no mettlesome lawyer can tread , >Nor a government type would ere be caught dead; >Just a quaint little place, kind of dark, full of smoke, >Where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke; >The kind of a place where a lady could go >And feel safe and protected, by the men she would know. > >There must be a place where old pilots go, >When their paining is finished, and their airspeed gets low, >Where the whiskey is old, and the wine not too young, >And songs about flying and dying are sung, >Where you'd see all the fellows who'd flown west before, >And they'd call out your name, as you came through the door. >Who would buy you a drink, if your thirst should be bad, >And relate to the others, "He was quite a good lad!" > >And then through the mist, you'd spot an old guy >You had not seen in years, though he taught you to fly. >He'd nod his old head, and grin ear to ear; >And say, "Welcome, my son, I'm pleased that you're here." >"For this is the place where true flyers come," >"When their journey is over, and the war has been won." >"They've come here at last to be safe and alone" >"From the government clerks and the bureaucrat clone," >"Politicians and lawyers, the Feds and the noise," >"Where all hours are happy, and these good ole boys" >"Can relax with a cool one, and a well deserved rest;" >"This is heaven, my son......You've passed your last test!" > > >James Beam > __________________________________________________________________________ ______ To unsubscribe from this list please send mail to [EMAIL PROTECTED] _____________________________________________________________ Check out the new and improved Topica site! http://www.topica.com/t/13
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