I sweep the skies with fire and steel
My highway is the cloud
I swoop, I soar, aloft I wheel
My engine laughing loud
I fight with gleaming blades the wind
That dares dispute my path
I leave the howling storm behind
I ride upon it’s wrath.
I laugh to see your tiny world
Your toys of ships, your cars
I rove an endless road unfurled
Where the mile stones are the stars
And far below, men wait and peer
For what my coming brings
I fill their quaking hearts with fear
For death…is in my wings.
— Gordon Boshell, written after watching Battle of Britain dogfights from the streets of London.
The rhyming is lovely and I love the rhythm you capture the feeling of being on an Aeroplane. Lovely dynamic poem
Excellent. Good rhythm, good rhyme, good story! Way to write!
you have brought them alive.
well penned.
Happy Potluck!