Fly Boy and His Dame
Step back in time to an era of gee-whiz innocence. A time when flight was in its infancy and photographers used raised wooden frameworks of airplanes for those who wanted to taste the beauty of flight.
Over a surging, pathless lake
We fly, we laugh, we celebrate
We have adventure in our eyes
Ah...life is sweet in a sunset sky
Our eyes blaze and dart this gypsy night
With panoramas of visions not quite right!
Fashioned with pride and ingenuity
This plane longs for fair clouds that will not be
A chained to earth photo prop may not depart
For transportation is not the same as art
It will never face the red fire of rain
Nor will it out pace trains or pass through grassy plains
But the Bi-plane stands aloof sneering proudly
My mind cannot compass its absurdity
But I go to its platform with a girl named Dolly
Fast, but tempered with curiosity
My Dolly wants a make-believe rip roaring flight
With kisses and hugs and photos of daring delight
A photo fellow sits squarely in his chair
Flash! Pop! A darkened room brightens with snaps of glare
`Kiss me, Dolly`. We`re down on the ground but we`re flying!
`Hug me. Tightly`. I`m soaring so high with eyes so wide, flying!
My Dolly says, `Lets live all the lives we can invent`.
This plane may offer no change in direction but we`re content
Oh, so content...
Plus we have celluloid pictures