*HELICOPTERS*

 Like a boy with a toy,

 Be it a fire engine or tractor,

 I’m attracted to helicopters.

 Don’t understand the hype,

 But when I hear them  approach,

  I must ascertain their type.

  Even on the road, surrounded by cars,

   I must stop and watch them from afar,

  Straight up, straight down,

  Does my attraction make me seem a                                clown?

   I find in my desire to enjoy their                      

   presence, an uncertainty,

   Is it childish to dwell?

   Would it be less so to quell?

    Oh what the hell, we all need fun in our 

    lives,

    Else we wither and die,

    From that of a boring existence!

                                                                                      (ed)