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 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

by Gordon Boshell

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