Helicopter Flight
Poem From Inside A Helicopter
Helicopter flight is very uneven
You’re constantly bobbing about
Tis surely no pastime for the seasick
Nauseous attacks are never in doubt
Unlike passenger flying we circle
Dipping we weave, bob and play
Swoop and then glide like an eagle
We thrill in like fashion all day
The noise must not be discounted
Vibrations do shake to the core
The whole rattling vehicle clatters
Tremors rise up through the floor
Rotorcrafts lurch when they tilt
Disconcerting, that must be said
From our angle of dangerous lilt
Tis wondrous we’re not all dead
A sharp turn is a thing of beauty
like fairground shuttles at speed
Bodies are compressed by air forces
Respite is the one thing you need
The ground is a quilt of spaces
Houses are small and they gleam
Far down cars and people moving
Their distance is one of a dream
Patrick Mackeown, June 2006
Picture by Alex Bruda