hEar da boyz R bak!

 

clear SUNday mornin’ [early 1950’s] 2

US navy uniformed young pilots ~swag~

fighter jets flyin’ hi, leavin’ con-trails…on

official run: san diego(go) to chicago—GO!

 

idea 4fun stunt [see lightbulb flash]

RE-duce altitude& RE-connoiter over

rural mid-west in search of 1buddy’s

tiny hometown on farmz checkerboard

 

[needle in haystack] eye spy white chURch

(as)pire to steeeple – jets dive hard ‘n fast

breakin’ sound barrier/zooom…sonicBOOM x2

loud cock(y)pit laughter, silent sanctuary after

 

week later, pilot ONleave re-turns home-y

BIG talk in small town about 2 (too) low planes

overhead [IN yer head] soundin’ off, poundin’ off

shattering of air stopping preacher’s pray-er

 

(dad still grins when tellin’ his sins!)

 


25 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Imelda
    Jun 03, 2017 @ 20:20:22

    What an adventure indeed. 🙂

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  2. Sabio Lantz
    Jun 03, 2017 @ 06:42:00

    That was fun — but I was nervous reading it. These boys with toys kill people — a friend bragged about racing his ambulance until he killed a 4 year old boy by accident racing through a neighborhood (that friend went crazy and now lives homeless), cops on fun chases kill by-standers, pilots at airshows crash and kill crowds. But I was so happy to see such a good ending to your Dad’s story. The language was great, reminding me of him and of stories we tell our daughters. The details of your story are amazing and tell us about the town, the people , your dad, and the daughter listening (you!).

    I have a daughter too and take care of the victims of boys with toys. That is my background. I get both sides of our humanity. Thanks. (BTW, I replied to your fine comment back at my poem).

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    • lynn__
      Jun 03, 2017 @ 13:46:13

      I appreciate hearing your perspective…I have 5 boys myself and we would not allow our oldest to buy a motorcycle while living at home. Terrible accidents do happen! Thanks for commenting, Sabio.

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      • Sabio Lantz
        Jun 03, 2017 @ 19:05:10

        My faller forbid me a motorcycle, but I later rode for 20 years. Dangerous toys — I had many crashes. But motorcycles usually only kill their passengers.

      • lynn__
        Jun 03, 2017 @ 23:24:08

        True…our son and wife both have cycles, although they don’t ride much with small children now.

  3. sanaarizvi
    Jun 03, 2017 @ 03:43:26

    I truly enjoyed this one!

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  4. Grace
    Jun 02, 2017 @ 20:20:40

    That is some tale Lynn ~ Enjoyed this one, smiles ~

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  5. colorfulpen
    Jun 02, 2017 @ 19:33:47

    Ooo! What a fun read. My dad was in the Navy and Air Force but didn’t have fun stories like this to share. 🙂

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  6. Bodhirose
    Jun 02, 2017 @ 17:28:11

    I was thinking of Top Gun too while reading this, Lynn. And I love that your Dad still grins as he tells this story! This was really fun to read!

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  7. Jennifer Wagner
    Jun 02, 2017 @ 16:25:34

    I really enjoyed this story!

    Reply

  8. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Jun 02, 2017 @ 15:35:32

    I love this.. like a prank almost. And I almost think of your Dad as Tom Cruise in Top Gun…

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  9. sarahrussellpoetry
    Jun 02, 2017 @ 15:02:09

    I love this — the story and your unique word play. Excellent!

    Reply

  10. nosaintaugustine
    Jun 02, 2017 @ 12:26:55

    Crazy kids! My dad also has a lot of insane/fun memories and tall tales. Very absorbing poem.

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  11. Beverly Crawford
    Jun 02, 2017 @ 11:04:17

    Strange, I did not see danger in this situation, only a bit of youthful humor by a Dad who still grins, telling his sins! Delightful story.

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  12. petrujviljoen
    Jun 02, 2017 @ 10:42:15

    You made light of a very very dangerous situation. Well done.

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    • lynn__
      Jun 02, 2017 @ 12:52:52

      I did not think of the danger…my Dad loves to tell this story and I maybe stretched it a bit. 1950’s protocol probably different than Navy today (but boys will be boys, as they say). Thanks!

      Reply

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