Sunrise finds dew settling and soft clouds two feet off the ground As the day begins and the pilot hides inside his homemade bed. The coolness is felt upon his face as he glances at the long shadow the biplane begins to throw across the farmer’s open field. He stretches and praises the broad wing that protects him at night.

“Just five dollars to see what I have seen from high above.”

His short jeaned legs stuffed into rubber boots to protect little feet from the manure of gazing cows, approaches with timid steps. A dented thermos is held aloft to signal his arrival and is greeted with a large unshaved smile from the man under his winged home. The smell of buttered homemade biscuits brings life to this day.

“Just five dollars to see what I have seen from high above.”

The runway was surveyed at dusk the night before and all the elements of profits were displayed. A freshly bailed level field just outside of a country townsquare, and a broadbrimed straw hat held on a long swaying friendly arm signaling his welcome. A steep turn to circle once again and a long slip to earth.

“Just five dollars to see what I have seen from high above”

“Let’s go”, a lot of prime and the prop rotates with joyful energy. Small hands squeezing the sides of the cockpit as the wind and grass flys by. The tail rises and nothing but a roar of excitement fills his ears while his small world spreads before him like a colored county map. A proud father watches a brave son beginning a life’s journey.

“Just five dollars to see what I have seen from high above.”

Climbing, turning and banking with glee and a small pressure on the stick from the young man in front to tell the pilot that “I am up here, too”. A fast descent toward the towns mainstreet to circle beyond the stores and point the way for all to follow after breakfast and church. A future young pilot stands proud in the morning light yelling,

“Just five dollars to see what I have seen from high above”.