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To fly is man's age old dream, Soar with the eagles on the high, Casting off the chains of gravity, Dance among the sun drapled clouds, Cares abandoned and horizons unbounded. If it were but a dream, as for ages it had been, Then this poem I could not write, For I have been as a God, if but briefly, Mounted upon a steed of metal, One of clever design and execution. This day, your instructor thinks you ready, Without forewarning, he salutes, then is gone, Alone, as only a man on the brink can be,... Sign in to see full entry.