Tom Zart's = Flyboys & Flight! Poem by Tom Zart

World War-I gave us the flyboys
Who flew by the seat of their pants.
Many would never return from war
While others survived by chance.

Their planes were mostly canvas and wood
Gasoline, bullets, bombs and poison gas.
Every pilot carried his own pistol
Wearing leathers, scarf and goggles of glass.

Aviators had no Parachutes
To escape their burning plane.
Many were forced to jump to their death
Or self inflect a bullet to the brain.

Blimps where known as battleships of the sky
The roar of their engines gave reason for fear.
They flew so high they were hard to shoot down
Hiding above clouds till their targets drew near.

Tracer bullets for the first time were used
In the guns of airplanes to set blimps afire.
The skies became man's highway of death
With duty and honor their driving desire.

How many flyboys have we lost since then
Those days of the Great War and more?
Where do we get such brave souls of chance
Who rise from the rest in the battles of war?

FLIGHT

Man has dreamed of flying high
Since birds first avoided his spear.
Not until nineteen-o-three
Was it done despite his fear.

With gasoline and engine,
Propellers and wings for lift
The Wright brothers flew their plane
And gave mankind their gift.

Many countries built their planes
As our world became insane.
Planes were used in two world wars
With bombs and bullets to rain.

Now we fly in outer space
In search of life's creation.
Though most succeed, some will die
Pioneers of aviation.

Nothing else man can conceive
Is more luring than God's sky.
To be as one with the stars
Is the wish of all who fly.

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