Posted on

Flybuoy

He’d always wanted Just to try
His hand at flying, but the sky
Seemed far removed, until one day
A flyer, in a casual way,
Dropped in to use the phone. “Forced down
In your far pasture–toward the town,”
The pilot grinned a tight-lipped smile,
Went on, “I swore, out there, while
Coming in, to thank the man
Who figured out that pasture’s plan.
Yourself? Then I’m your staunch supporter-
Thank God you weren’t ten feet shorter!”

The farmer, from his tractor seat,
Eyes the flyer’s take-off feat;
And on to work, content thereby
To help another climb the sky.

by Ray Romine Sunday, April 30, 1950

Notebook Image:

Index card:

Submissions / Sales

Media name: Ladies Home Journal

Date Submitted: 05/01/1950


Media name: New England Homestead

Date Submitted: 05/13/1950


Media name: Good Housekeeping

Date Submitted: 05/20/1950


Media name: Home Life

Date Submitted: 06/13/1950


Media name: Extension

Date Submitted: 07/26/1950


Media name: Christian Science Monitor

Date Submitted: 08/28/1950


Media name: Christian Home Life

Date Submitted: 09/05/1950


Media name: Household

Date Submitted: 12/10/1950


Media name: Cleveland Plain Dealer

Date Submitted: 01/03/1951


Media name: Christian Home

Date Submitted: 01/22/1951


Media name: Denver Post

Date Submitted: 02/08/1951


Media name: Hearthstone

Date Submitted: 02/25/1951


Media name: St. Anthony Messenger

Date Submitted: 03/13/1951


Media name: Life & Health

Date Submitted: 04/02/1951


Media name: Southwest Review

Date Submitted: 04/08/1951