hEar da boyz R bak!

23 May 2017 25 Comments

by lynn__ in free verse Tags: , , , ,

 

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

bein’ boys, makin’ noise…ZOOOOM x2

cock(y)pit laughter, silence in sanctuary

 

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

shatterin’ the air, stoppin’ preacher’s pray-er

 

(dad still grins when tellin’ his sins!)

 

true blue salute

11 Aug 2016 30 Comments

by lynn__ in story, Uncategorized Tags: , , , , ,

 

former navy pilot unpacks

fond memories of his days

ordered in pristine uniform,

life aboard aircraft carrier.

 

forever alert, he still scans

ocean-blue expanse of sky

beyond white-sand islands

of floating cumulous puffs.

 

reminisces one shining hour:

officer’s personal invitation

to test-flight new jet fighter,

before honorable discharge.

 

accelerate to pure freedom;

loop-de-loop clouds, swoop

between sapphire skies and

cerulean sea, defy gravitas.

 

reverie reverts, retiree points

up – “those clouds look innocent

yet pose real threat to pilots;

may harbor hail, wind shears.”

 

in worn-out lawn chair, he bird

watches as sleek indigo swallows

swiftly cruise from barn hangar

to sail into loyal-blue heavens.

 

Clouds_over_the_Atlantic_Ocean

photo: wiki commons

 

A memory my 82 yr. old father shared with me while staying at our house this summer and linking with dVerse poets OLN in response to De’s “blue” prompt.