--by Cindy Westley
Over the river and soaring high
Over the trees and mountains nigh.
In the summer sky cloudy and blue
Jim offers training and the best view.
The birds watch me glide
With wings spread so wide.
Quiet, with no sound
We are free from the ground -
Where everyone works together ably
So each flyer returns safely.
We soar above whatever life brings
Sailing on elegant glider wings.
... and Jim shares this quote: "If flying were the language of man, soaring would be its poetry" - Anon
If you’re one of the ones thinking about this little adventure, drop Jim a note to Jim@Kellett.com for more information and/or to get on the list!
