To "Lindy" (Poem into Song) Charles Lindbergh

This poem was written by Mr. Maurice Peterson, who was a resident of Wells, New York. This poem was first published in the May 21, 1927, edition of the New York Telegram. It was then reposted in the Hamilton County News on June 9th, 1977.

Song: To "Lindy"
Lyrics: Mr. Maurice Peterson
Music: AI

(verse1)
I lay enfeebled, sick abed,
As Lindbergh on to Paris sped.
Oh! How I hoped for his success,
And marveled at his “sky finesse.”
(chorus)
The cheer I gave, though far from loud,
Was fostered in a breast as proud,
As that of any friend of his,
Who loves a plane's unhampered whiz.
(verse2)
Alone, through cloud and ice he surged,
As ever on, his plane he urged,
With steady hand on its control,
And strength of will, to reach his goal.
(chorus)
The cheer I gave, though far from loud,
Was fostered in a breast as proud,
As that of any friend of his,
Who loves a plane's unhampered whiz.
(verse3)
Mere Mortals’ words can ne’re explain,
The thrills I felt ‘tho still in pain,
When o’er the air, the news flew wide,
That Lindy “made” the other side.
(chorus)
The cheer I gave, though far from loud,
Was fostered in a breast as proud,
As that of any friend of his,
Who loves a plane's unhampered whiz.
The cheer I gave, though far from loud,
Was fostered in a breast as proud,
As that of any friend of his,
Who loves a plane's unhampered whiz.