hgerhardt

Well Known Member
?Twas the Runway of Torrance
And all through preflight,
Not an aircraft was stirring
Clear for takeoff, 2-9 Right.

The GPS finally working
Weather checked with care
Off to Santa Paula,
Soon he?ll be there.

On downwind,
On base leg,
On final approach,
A sweet wheel landing
Almost above reproach!

So off on the taxiway
There arose such a clatter
It was gas pump numbers spinning,
That?s the cost? What?s the matter?

And laying a finger aside of his nose
On throttle, on prop, into the sky he arose,
But I heard him on radio ?ere he flew out of sight,

Happy Christmas to All,
And to All a Good Flight!
 
And here's what inspired the poem, thanks to Doug Robertson, who happened to be in the right place at the right time...

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