jeff_264
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Hey Gents,
So, I had to write a poem for one of my english classes, it turned out as a kind of memorial poem to the Naval Aviators that didn't make it back from Vietnam. Thought I would post it here to get thoughts, critiques, suggestions, etc. Keep in mind Im no poet or anything, but I think its pretty good.
So, I had to write a poem for one of my english classes, it turned out as a kind of memorial poem to the Naval Aviators that didn't make it back from Vietnam. Thought I would post it here to get thoughts, critiques, suggestions, etc. Keep in mind Im no poet or anything, but I think its pretty good.
“Downtown”
In the early hours of dawn
Amidst the squalling fury
He launches off the pitching deck
To Indian territory
Tons of thrust behind him
And tons of iron slung below
He slices through the morning air
Headed to the show
Dancing with the Iron Maid
The sweat drips from his brow
Gased up, he heads on toward land
The target is “Downtown”
The flack explodes like dragons breath
It’s thicker than one’s skull
Roll wings level, sight on target
Hit the pickle, PULL!
On the deck, at 500 knots
He screams across the sky
The Gomer missile hits its mark
Now he’ll surely die
He had no chance to recover
No time to hit eject
He crashed into the jungle trees
In a fiery wreck
But his life was not in vain
Upon his death don’t frown
Remember the men who gave their lives
When they flew “Downtown”