What is the name of this poem I'm thinking of?

I remember reading a poem in high school, but I can't recall the name or the author (I'm pretty sure he was male). All I know is the poem was about a military aircraft mechanic or somebody like that, and the narrator was talking about how he was being forced to do all this tedious work on machines, when all he wanted to do was be outside among the flowers and bees and stuff. The poem used a lot of repetition, and I remember how the phonetics of the lines all went together very smoothly and pleasantly. Does anyone have any idea what this poem might be?