The Little Aviator

I spotted this poster on the wall in an old home in Half Moon Bay and liked it.

Boys had boats, their favorite toy
Not I –
When I was just a boy.
I dreamt of wings for soaring high
And cutting wakes in yonder sky.
And where my father’s footsteps went-
I’d follow.
Into the firmament

The only reference to this poem I can find online is in this book:

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