Speedbird Poem by Mark A. Murphy
Speedbird
A man who was solidly grounded
Looked to the sky and there
Was a wondrous machine flying in air
From that moment on he hounded
Through weather fowl and fair
He followed those planes anywhere
And now what has he founded
In humble beginnings so spare
Reaching and casting everywhere?
From locales unbounded
And from which I view via armchair
No other spotter channel does compare
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