Go Fly a Kite
By Scott Sjostrand, Army
Writing Type: Poem
One day when I was young,
I was annoying my mom.
She said, "Go fly a kite."
So I did.
I also built model airplanes as a kid.
Later, I joined the Air Force,
worked on jets; why, yes, of course!
Well, on my last duty day,
I got a ride in an F-111.
Felt like we were flying straight to Heaven!
I asked for control of the joystick.
The pilot relinquished control
as I obviously was not airsick.
Three barrel-rolls later we returned to base.
Excitement was written all over my face.
Oh, if Mom only knew
her advice early on made my dreams come true!