THIS IS NOT A TIRE

May 4th, 2010

From great heights I’d fall with a smile not fright
At fourteen thousand feet I’d step out the door
This time in my life was not contrite
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Each jumper had a place planned out with foresight
There was never a shortage when it came to finding a mentor
From great heights I’d fall with a smile not fright
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There is no better feeling than being in-flight
To Drop Zone I headed, they call it hardcore
This time in my life was not contrite
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Low winds and Blue Skies were my delight
Freedom was mine, down to my core
From great heights I’d fall with a smile not fright
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Hanging out with friends ‘round a fire long long past midnight
Recounting the day, each event I’d adore
This time in my life was not contrite
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Two hundred and ten is all I can cite
A change in my world stole away my amour
From great heights I’d fall with a smile not fright
This time in my life was not contrite

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An Exercise from my writing class.  I needed a way to express the end of my skydiving career.  Fear not, I’ll be back to story telling in no time.  Until then…enjoy something a little different.

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