Restlessness Man possesses wanderlust (Horizons tend to bore)-- Wonders what’s past (the one he has known)-- Would he could open that 'door-- But few it was-- that ventured afar-- Had the wealth to follow dreams-- Though sail and steam showed some the way; Multitudes still lacked the means. Dunlop came—and from him the tyre, And man started his move— First came the “bike” and then came the car--- Wheels-- followed the farm wagon’s groove. Man felt humbled while watching the bird— Envied the span of its view— Awed by the the effortless soar of its flight— How it had mastered the “blue” Will and Orv’ took note of this state-- (Plying the cyclist trade)— Equated the bird to riding a ‘bike— And a leap toward truth was then made! Twisted a box that once held a ‘tube’— (Kept air in a cyclist’s tire)— Saw this mimic the wing of a bird— (Like hawks circling higher and higher). With kite and glider--experiments made— Determined what really was true— Rejected what was found to be false— Built new on what they now knew. With courage—they tested the fruits of their work , Were not afraid of the breeze-- Braved storms and sand flies that bite, “ Typical men?”— not these! Step by step they leaped over their field— Keeping their goal in sight--- Making each part that once they had lacked— Coin tosses--for the first to try flight. The horizon now-- is flung out so far, Man travels where it is-- that he wills— Cultures have melded in so many ways— And flying’s lost most of its thrills. But looking back-- those one hundred years— Their program-- didn’t take long- Of those men of Dayton--it now can be said-- “Two Wrights— did NOT make a wrong!”