Roast Beef at Sierra Bravo

A Sugarbush Pilot's First Solo

The roar of the engine, the smell of the oil
The rope now is taut from its previous coil.
All eyes search the pattern for trouble at hand -
Is some idiot power pilot trying to land?

But the pattern is clear, so up goes the thumb
And the towplane takes off with a might varum.
But at two hundred feet there's a change in this flight
Rope Break! Towplane left, the glider dives right.

Then a masterful touchdown, as soft as you please.
The student seemed not to mind the stiff downwind breeze.
She soloed next flight, and as is custom here,
Then went to East Warren for a cold case of beer.

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