The Pilots Daughter: Poems by Gardner McFallGardner McFall has the gift of conveying the sense of mystery in literal scenes - her poem Peninsular Life is a telling instance - and the force of subjective musings. Her work reaches painful intensity when it centers on her fathers death in war: especially in Missing, Facts, and the title-piece, The Pilots Daughter. But she can also discover a kindred intensity, almost uncanny, in moments of mesmerized natural observation.
Best Pilot Poems
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This file has things about pilots, skydiving and air travel. Also see Air Force. Lord of Sea and Earth and Air, Listen to the Pilot's prayer-- Send him wind that's steady and strong, Grant that his engine sings the song Of flawless tone, by which he knows It shall not fail him where he goes; Landing, gliding, in curve, half-roll-- Grant him, O Lord, a full control, That he may learn in heights of Heaven The rapture altitude has given, That he shall know the joy they feel Who ride Thy realms on Birds of Steel. On some air bases the military is on one side of the field and civilian aircraft use the other side of the field, with the control tower in the middle. One day the tower received a call from an aircraft asking, "What time is it? If you're a United Airlines Flight, it's 3 o'clock. If you're an Air Force flight, it's
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Old Pilots Poem
Spitfire Pilot How long before our dreams are shot down And a fear of dyeing grounds us, earth provides Us succour for our bodies and our minds, but Our spirits belong among the clouds now, dancing Through the elements, riding thermals, feathering The throttle to land safely back among friends. We have been released from gravitational pull Our home is now among the cumulus and cirrus Formations with the birds, defying the leaden Footed mortals who put us here, though our Deadly mission has given us the ear of God But the eye of the Devil, it is the roar of a Merlin That stirs us, weary from our beds to soar again Into the eye of another Messerschmitt storm. Take The Wheel Womanhood Is not an excuse Gender Is no passenger. Sorry, this post can only be viewed by registered users: Flying with Papa - Birding Poet. Flying Scholar "