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