The Golden Jet stationed
In the windy city
The Chicago Blackhawks
Making it his first home
The Golden Jet was sleek and fast
Much admired close and afar
Reaching goal-setting fifty trips
Acing Chicago to Winnipeg
The Black Hawk was rugged and tough
Much respected close and afar
Lighting up the skies with such speed
And power to take breath away
The Golden Jet
And The Black Hawk
In cold hangar
Both reaching fame
One in stardom
One in scandal
The Golden Jet flying
Through the heavenly skies
The Black Hawk by its side
To last destination
Smooth flight from a rough life
What a wonderful and appropriate tribute to a great man, Bobby Hull. It expresses in beautiful detail the attributes he possessed and honor he garnered. Brilliant images and poetic expressions.
Rose Marie, THX so very much for such a beautiful high appraisal of this special tribute poem. This one was very difficult to write. A subtle blending of both his professional and personal lives was quite a challenge. Very happy with my metaphors!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Nice tribute, Richard! Bobby Hull was one of the best hockey players ever. RIP.
THX so much, Belle. The hockey world has lost another great one. If it wasn't for him, hockey players would still be needing a second job just to survive!