(c)g.abbey

There is a poem that goes with this post that speaks of racing airplanes.  This is not a fiction poem.  I did, in fact sit at the beginning of the runway, and wait for the small planes to come in to land, then they would flap their wings back and forth, and that was my signal to start.  I then raced them to the terminal.

It was NOT a smart thing or safe thing to do, and was a long time ago. I do NOT advocate this action to anyone.  I use it merely as an explanation of who I am.

Here is the poem:

“I Raced the Planes

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Saw a movie bout

    my wild side today

Had forgotten the feelings of anger

    It stirred up in that way

Bout the feelings deep inside

     Those still reach up to fly

In the face of all I know,

     I can’t imagine why

I ran as fast as I could go

    when I left home that day

And then I ran back to the nest

     when threatened in that way

My life was scuttling here and back

    to there and here again

Still searching for my spot in life

   that I was given to win.

I raced the planes from air to ground

    to see if I’d explode

When they touched down, and

    I flew on in my destructive mode.

I’ve raised my kids with strength and grit

       And steel & guts, and blood

Alone became the norm, 

       Always kept ahead of the flood

Now someone loves me no demands

       Just me, just like I am

I don’t know how to handle it

       Because I’ve felt so damned.

I’ve lived rebellion, independent,

       Wild beyond his dream

But yet he’s there and says he’ll stay

       With me, the snow/black dove

© g.abbey.lynne no date known

Note:  These are the lyrics to a song.

Abbey