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WingsKenny grew up in Kansas, farming bordeom and cornbut he'd watch them crop dusters, from the top of the barnso his mama took him, to the county fair one nightthey had trick fliers with bi-planes, who got ten bucks a ridelike rollercoasters on high, they flew corkscrews and upside downlong after he landed, Kenny's heart never touched the groundcos years later he thought back, on that ride above the cornwhen he looked in the mirror, and saw on his uniformwingsso he could soarand sail off in the airwhere each horizon's a shorewith shining days waiting thereall his prayersand all his dreamsreached heaven somewherewith the glory of wingsthough he loved adventure, Kenny fought feeling scaredcos being a long range bomber, gave him bad nightmaresbut the toughest mission, he flew for the Forcewas when he transferred, to freight and troop transportone soldier heading over, missed his soft Georgia bedKenny flew him home later, in a cot with a wooden lidand wingsso he could soarand sail off in the airwhere each horizon's a shorewith shining days waiting thereall his prayersand all his dreamsreached heaven somewherewith the glory of wingswell, Kenny took his pension, back to those Kansas fieldshe still felt that wings were, spokes on forever's wheelwith his bomber jacket, he'd be out dustin' cropscos life's a castle of mem'ries, and he was on topone day he felt light headed, and he landed that old planeright behind a hay truck, on a ribbon two-laneand as his life flew by, he saw a boy on a barna pilot farming the heavens, and the shadows of cornon wingswhere he once soaredand sailed off in the airwhere each horizon's a shorewith shining days waiting thereall his prayersand all his dreamsreached heaven somewherewith the glory of wings(c)2005 Robert George