And from his great tower in the skies,
sheer beauty of flight with mighty wings,
And no matter how man tries,
The mighty bird is better of all these things,
With tiny flexing wings so articulate,
Man took centuries to emulate,
Mr Wilbur and Mr Wright,
Had powered flight very much in sight,
And on the dunes of Kittyhawk,
They began to study tiny wings of birds that they had studied in flight,
From feeble beginnings and worlwide talk,
Aviators strived to fly as easily as they could walk,
The great day that changed the world forever,
Was but hanging by a tether,
With kites and models suspended in the wind to test,
The Wrights were way above the rest,
Another try said Wilbur,throwing coins to win the waiver,
Along the rail secured with gravel the frail Wright-Flyer did travel,
And into the air,with a bounce or two,
Full knowing that this first flight would bring a reporter or two.
The seeds were sown to mans delight,
For where would we be today without flight ?
And as the years did wander on,
Scale-modellers everywhere wanted models of a Wright,
In magnificent miniature and great detail,
Great models also began to take flight.
Props & jets were built so light,
But the mighty feathered bird of prey,
Will always show us all the way,
Mans machines are clumsy when we compare,
The way the bird has natural flare.
Wonwinglo March 2005
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