Red planes falling in the sky
Like teardrops from a weeping eye
With nine men brave, all you must be
Risking all, for you and me
Fast Jets closing to formation
Leaves us breathless with elation
Coloured smoke trails paint a dream
Leaving mist where man has been
High above us in Gods realm
Wish was me 'behind the helm'
What I'd give so just to be
With Red One next to Red Three
Just to feel that power up high
Then tumble down through Gods blue sky
Synchro pair now take their leave
Tilt their wings, they turn and weave
Cascading downwards, we hold our breath
Will you turn in time, or death?
Show now over, you wave goodbye
Leave spellbound folk with tear in eye
As God's my witness, I have seen
Perfection 'tween Man, Machine
Please God! Protect the RED ARROWS team...
(a tribute to the famous British Red Arrows acrobatic fast jet display team.)
I apologise in advance if this message is a little *arrgggh*
The Red Arrows are our boys. So a tribute for them is a welcome one. *wheeee*
Anyone who has seen a jet air display know the beauty, etched with danger that results in a thrilling display of skill courage and years of dedicated training. Simply they are the best of the best, Top Guns, so to speak. *glumph*
Anyway, a great rhyming poem with fantastic imagery, that *yowzers*
Sorry, Peter, sitting behind this pilot while he loops the loop and performs a twisted nose dive screws with my concentration and my breakfast digestion: *wretchhhh* too late!