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Mrs. Woods Fourth grade
Set a paperback down on my desk
An Audubon bird-watching guide
Changed the way I saw the West
I started staring at the heavens
Recess spent looking up
Meadowlarks on the fence posts
Red-tail tracing circles above
Birds over Wichita
Wings on every kind of wind
Feathers, rivets, silver skins
All of them teaching me to dream again
From the meadow to the hangar doors
Every takeoff shook my bones
Birds over Wichita
Made the sky feel like home
I grew up by the factories
Where the runways cut through the wheat
Watched tail fins rise like hedgerows
On the far edge of our street
Boeing, Cessna, Beechcraft, Lear jets
Names I learned like old friends
B-52s and Ffour Phantoms
Roaring low and climbing again
Birds over Wichita
Wings on every kind of wind
Feathers, rivets, silver skins
All of them teaching me to dream again
From the meadow to the hangar doors
Every takeoff shook my bones
Birds over Wichita
Made the sky feel like home
Some kids traced roads on a map
I traced contrails with my hand
Thought if I could follow them far enough
I'd finally understand
How a boy in a flatland town
Could feel so wide, so high
On a good day all I needed
Was a clear blue Kansas sky
Oh yeah
Birds over Wichita
Wings on every kind of wind
Feathers, rivets, silver skins
All of them teaching me to dream again
From the playground to the flight line roar
Every echo in my bones
Birds over Wichita
Made the sky feel like home