Reflections On a Flyover For My Dad At Arlington
Above the clouds in many splendored hues of blue and white
This view beheld by an honored and rarest few
A nations treasure lies below in marble and in green
Yet no dome or obelisk could ever be this hallowed
Like a great bird it claws across the sky
A meeting calls: a friend in need
Its mighty engines crash through the silent morning sky
Its shrieks but music to all who know and remember well
The many come to take her place are fallen
This Daedalus lives on to tell their tales and more
Through younger eyes she gleamed in sun drenched silvers high above the clouds
Now bathed in grays she lingers on to battles unimagined in her youth
Lightened of the tools of war her peaceful mission now to do
She’s come to pay her last respects
And as she dipped and turned away
A sweet release and something more
A soul was taken from this world
And carried to the arms of God
© 2014 by Craig McAlister
Flyover by B-52H serial 0060 "Iron Butterfly" at Arlington National Cemetery on January 7, 2008.
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