A Final Salute’
Sheriff In The Sky
I was only16
When I learned to fly
I remember that feeling
Being so high in the sky.
It was my Grandfather
Who gave me the bug
When we raced down the runway
In his little Piper Cub.
Gritting my teeth
I was hoping we would take flight
Closing my eyes
And praying for my life.
This was also the year
My Dad was killed by a train
To be, near him now
I felt close to him, in this plane
To be close to Heaven
I wanted Dad to hear me and to know
He made me a man,
I only wish Dad, could watch me grow
From this day forward
I would study for years
Taking the stick
And calming my fears.