Grounded
Shoes of iron and brass
It was always Otis dream to be out at the
Williston airport flying
But his grounding came in the marrying
Of a domineering Dawson
Perhaps it was not always so narrow
They tell that once Pearl was a smoker
I'm not saying
But sometimes the giving up the
Card playing
The Saturday night dancing
The flying
Is but a long and terrible dying
Otis would come home sullen from
The Gulf station
Where the jovial jokes he was making
And silently listen
The sound of Pratt & Whitneys ringing
Over the Roloff preaching
It never quite sank in
And when the little Kelly took wings
On that Cedar Key bridge in that
Terrible Christmas of sixty-four
It all became too much for Otis
On that final day
Long before March of eighty
He topped off the Piper Cub
Checked the gauges by memory
Cut the joker wild from the deck
Did a Pelham jig
And flew off for eternity
Leaving Pearl
And the girls with
A fifty-one card pick up.

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