Mighty Silver


A ramrod streak tore across
that blue canvas sky
With a mighty silver roar
It bellowed its beauty from high

Metallic heart of aluminium
Jet propelled fusilage
Pulsed with electricity
That wonderful flying bird visage

I watched from where I stood
Those dead wings fixed in flight
At boiling white tail feathers
And try as I might

I could not move my eyes
From the miracle I saw
That distant bird above
Sucked my soul up from the floor

I pledged my heart to it there and then
Before that dreadful bleak
Moment it was gone forever
Mighty silver ramrod streak



by Derek Dohren

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