Roger Ramjet

by Ronald Edwards   Sep 11, 2010


Thru cotton faint
blue skies so quaint
no angels call their home.

Where eagles soar
and engines roar,
in space we dare not roam.

Fighting hounds
with windswept sounds
a cockpit without seeds

Another Ace
will take his place
extinguishing their deeds.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Kuro

    Ah pilots... there is no other feeling like flying. it is truly hard to comprehend how unforgiving mistakes in the air can turn out. this is a very interesting perspective. thanks for sharing :)

    ~Kuro

  • 13 years ago

    by Jad

    Another poem about our soldiers. A moving piece as before but with a different perspective since these time we are dealing with aces in the sky. Good job and keep writing.

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