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Thu Sep 18, 2003 5:11 am
and here's a few revisions of the poem High Flight
Glider Flight
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of ropeA few feet from "The Road".I whip the Schweitzer 'round so fastExceeds the max'mum load.I've slipped, I've stalled, I've spiral dived,Spun past the sixth full turn."You can't do that!" the new ones say,They've got a lot to learn.I find a thermal, turn in itTo try and gain some height.But I must beat the towplane downOr this is my last flight!On 2-3 fly a crooked baseThen crank the plane around.Or 2-9: pass the hangars then I dive straight for the ground!But the best is 3-6 final when I know I should be higher,Put out my hand and touch The passing telephone wire!
ATP High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of gate timesAnd held rigid by impossible air traffic controllers;Upward I’ve climbed and joined the congested skiesOf fixes, missed approaches and done hundred thingsMy passenger did not care for – delays, turbulence, and heldIn the holding pattern low on fuel. Waiting there,I’ve chased the schedules, and flung Myself against management and union rules.Up, up the long ascent in seniority list.I’ve topped and gone to the next aircraftHoping that I do not get furloughed.And, while with worried mind I’ve trodThe difficult sanctity of regulation,Waiting for the FAA inspector who is God.
— Brian Caver, in honor of Phillip Valente, Captain American Eagle Airlines.
Low Flight (1)
Oh! I've slipped through the swirling clouds of dust, a few feet from the dirt,I've flown the Phantom low enough, to make my bottom hurt.I've TFO'd the deserts, hills, valleys and mountains too,Frolicked in the trees, where only flying squirrels flew.Chased the frightened cows along, disturbed the ram and ewe,And done a hundred other things, that you'd not care to do.I've smacked the tiny sparrow, bluebird, robin, all the rest,I've ingested baby eaglets, simply sucked them from their nest!I've streaked through total darkness, just the other guy and me,And spent the night in terror of things I could not see.I've turned my eyes to heaven, as I sweated through the flight,Put out my hand and touched, the master caution light.
Low Flight (2)
Oh, I've slipped the surely bonds of earth And hovered out of ground effect on semi-rigid blades;Earthward I've auto'ed and met the rising brush of Non-paved terrain; And done a thousand things you would never care toSkidded and dropped and flared Low in the heat soaked roar. Confined there, I've chased the earthbound trafficAnd lost the race to insignificant Headwinds; Forward and up a little in ground effect I've topped the General's hedge with drooping turnsWhere never Skyhawk or even Phantom flew. Shaking and pulling collective,I've lumbered The low untresspassed halls of victor airways, Put out my hand and touched a tree.
High Flight, with FAA Supplement
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth(1), And danced(2) the skies on laughter silvered wings;Sunward I've climbed(3) and joined the tumbling mirth(4) Of sun-split clouds(5) and done a hundred things(6)You have not dreamed of — Wheeled and soared and swung(7) High in the sunlit silence(8). Hov'ring there(9)I've chased the shouting wind(10) along and flung(11) My eager craft through footless halls of air.Up, up the long delirious(12), burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights(13) with easy grace,Where never lark, or even eagle(14) flew; And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trodThe high untrespassed sanctity of space(15), Put out my hand(16), and touched the face of God.
NOTE:
1. Pilots must insure that all surly bonds have been slipped entirely before aircraft taxi or flight is attempted.2. During periods of severe sky dancing, crew and passengers must keep seatbelts fastened. Crew should wear shoulderbelts as provided.3. Sunward climbs must not exceed the maximum permitted aircraft ceiling.4. Passenger aircraft are prohibited from joining the tumbling mirth.5. Pilots flying through sun-split clouds under VFR conditions must comply with all applicable minimum clearances.6. Do not perform these hundred things in front of Federal Aviation Administration inspectors.7. Wheeling, soaring, and swinging will not be attempted except in aircraft rated for such activities and within utility class weight limits.8. Be advised that sunlit silence will occur only when a major engine malfunction has occurred.9. "Hov'ring there" will constitute a highly reliable signal that a flight emergency is imminent.10. Forecasts of shouting winds are available from the local FSS. Encounters with unexpected shouting winds should be reported by pilots.11. Pilots flinging eager craft through footless halls of air are reminded that they alone are responsible for maintaining separation from other eager craft.12. Should any crewmember or passenger experience delirium while in the burning blue, submit an irregularity report upon flight termination.13. Windswept heights will be topped by a minimum of 1,000 feet to maintain VFR minimum separations.14. Aircraft engine ingestion of, or impact with, larks or eagles should be reported to the FAA and the appropriate aircraft maintenance facility.15. Aircraft operating in the high untresspassed sanctity of space must remain in IFR flight regardless of meteorological conditions and visibility.16. Pilots and passengers are reminded that opening doors or windows in order to touch the face of God may result in loss of cabin pressure.
CRUISE FLIGHT
— Rob Robinette
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of my spouse And danced the clubs on Kiwi-polished boots;Moonward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of moon-split clouds — and done a hundred thingsYou have not dreamed of — in the Philippines High in the domelit silence. Holding there,I've scared the airsick pax, and flung their baggage through footless halls of air. Up, up the long, delirious, burning blackI've topped the turbulent heights with little grace Where never C-130, or even C-5 flew.And, while with fuzzy, sleep deprived mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of controlled airspace,Put out my hand, and touched the face of The Aircraft Commander, who thinks he is God.
A joke told repeatedly at aviation industry conferences puts a man and a dog in an airplane. The dog is there to bite the pilot if the man so much as tries to touch the controls; the pilot's one remaining job is to feed the dog. Many aviation veterans have heard the joke so many times that is possible to tell those in the audience new to the industry by their laughter.
— Gary Stix, in Scientific American, July 1991