Phoenix
Oh banish from the dim lit moor
barren windswept cold and more
the untamed nagging beast and boor
Oh darkened sky above the fire
smoke rising from the pricey pyre
signals where my hopes retire
Oh twisted wooden frame remains
wreckage of some airborne gains
lock my airfield gate in chains
Oh welcome summer shifts of breeze
warmer winds from warmer seas
shafts of sun to ashes tease
Oh see it rise, oh spark of life
bird of wonder born of strife
free to wander, free to fly!
Oh transformation of the moor,
dappled by the sun and more:
no untamed beast, no nagging boor.
-Dedicated to all the pilots who, in practice or competition, have lost a plane this year, or in years past. Precision aerobatic planes represent a significant investment of time and money. Their courage to rebuild and compete again was an inspiration to me. Here's to renewed hope, rising from the ashes.
Copyright © Greg Hladky | Year Posted 2019
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