The Aeroplane

By Gordon Boswell

I sweep the skies with fire and steel

My highway is the clouds,

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 milestones 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.

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