The Aeroplane

I sweep the skies with fire and steel,
My highway is the cloud,
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 mile stones 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.

by Gordon Boshell

Comments (1)

Beautiful train of thoughts, well articulated, nicely encapsulated and insightfully penned with conviction. A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. ➕9