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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