Legend
Through storm and gale, I soared above,
My craft a symbol of hope and love.
A pilot born to brave the skies,
My engine fails, flickers and dies.
My wings of steel, tremble and roll,
Mayday, mayday, I lost control.
Then Fate had in store a twist, a cruel surprise,
Both engines flamed out in the skies.
With steely nerves, I fought the gale,
To keep my craft from a tragic tale.
In this dire hour, above the sea,
My strength and will, for all to see.
With water's touch, a daring move,
I aimed to ditch, my heart did approve.
A graceful descent, a splash so grand,
On ocean waves, my fate in hand.
And as I touched the salty brine,
A hero born, in the nick of time.
Rescuing passengers, my purpose clear,
Facing fear, I held them near.
In the face of trials, I did prevail,
A Pilot's valor, in an epic tale.
Maxwell O’Reilly
No comments:
Post a Comment