LOW FLIGHT

Oh, I've slipped the swirling clouds of dust a few feet from the dirt.
I have flown my plane low enough to make my bottom hurt.
I have raced over desert, hills and valleys, mountains too.
Frolicked in the trees where only squirrels flew.

Chased frightened cows along the way, disturbed the ram and ewe.
And done a hundred other things You damned well shouldn't do.
I have smacked the tiny sparrow, bluebird, robin, all the rest.
Dragged my wash through branches knocking eggs out of their nests.

I've ventured through total darkness just as dumb as I could be,
And spent the night in terror of things I did not see.
I turned my eyes to heaven as I sweated through the flight,
Reached out my hand and touched--the Master Caution light.