How do we fly?
With or without wings
Both every way and to every place
That can be thought of.
All humans do fly.
We soar and we glide
Through life we wing our way.
Having flown in airplanes
Both large and somewhat small.
We often do not remember clearly
Everything about that first flight
About where we are going
Rather than how.
But we get there and do remember
How much it can mesmerize to watch
The clear blue sky and the sea
At the horizon blend away
By Diane C. Hundertmark
Copyright 2/28/1999
My grandmother, while I drove her cross-country in my air-conditioned Oldsmobile at speeds around 90 mph, related this story to me. When she was a child, her family moved from Arkansas to North Dakota one summer in a wagon pulled by oxen. Along the way, they spent their nights mostly in farm yards, thanks to the hospitality of farmers. That same year that I drove her so fast across the country, 1968, she flew to join me in California, first on a small plane to Minneapolis that scared her, and then a large plane from Minneapolis to San Francisco. All in one lifetime ox drawn wagon to jet plane. Only her generation could do that.
Ron