The Fighter Pilot. Poem by Barry Thompson

The Fighter Pilot.



Destiny chose me to fly the sky, since conception in the womb,
While nurtured by my mother’s breast, I had a duty to assume
For I have flown past heaven’s door, to places you’ve not seen,
Constantly lived my boyhood dreams, those places I have been,
I’ve flown the depths of darkness, by the light from stars alone,
I am utterly spellbound by that world, the World I call my own.

I’ve often soared and gaily danced, on a towering thunder head,
Swooped and zoomed and flown, just like an arrow I have sped.
I love flying those boundless skies, where bold eagles soar alone,
That place where a special few, can boast that they have flown.
Up in that peaceful remote world, far from the annoying crowds,
Honing deadly fighting skills, between stars and peaceful clouds.

My destiny has now come of age, and it’s time I forged my mark,
To fight the immoral evil foe, though impending days look stark.
The looming war clouds overhead, made me answer to the call,
To face the vicious wicked ones, with our backs against the wall.
I will fight for our harassed Country, and stem the vicious horde,
For the moment is now upon us, that future history will record.

Unswerving and strong-minded, gilded wings are shining bright,
We charge impatiently into battle, unafraid of the coming fight.
Like twin edged swords we fly, through fire and blinding smoke,
Resolute, committed and relentless, defiant with every stroke.
My agile craft pulls eager and hard, and into battle we commit,
Many countless horses strain as one, on a thundering single bit.

The battle’s now a rampant rage, but I approach serene within,
Raw excitement inundates my mind, and my body limb to limb.
Ignoring thoughts of hasty death, the enemy’s fear we’ll invoke,
Until he drops or scurries for home, dismayed with spirit broke.
But if I’m not here at battle’s end, and I don’t return to home,
I’ll be flying through these azure skies, eternally free to roam.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Allen 26 July 2008

I like the flow and way it is written. You put me in your minds eye.

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