Among the clouds I slip from time and place
And become a gallant fighter ace
As below my mount the landscape slides
I scan the sky with squinted eyes
On polished wings with rivet seams
I search the sky for foes unseen
Aft of right my wingman flies
His ship is seen but through my eyes
"Tallyho!" my wingman's call
The guns switch on, the drop tanks fall
Diving down out of the sun
My aircraft shudders from barking gun
My prey and I, we dance and play
Which of us will survive the fray?
Climbing, turning, oblong loops
Twisting torso, I shake them loose
Then my chance! My path they cross!
Their squadron mates will mourn their loss
Untouched by fear or enemy fire
I flame my foe; a quenched desire
The sky is clear, the sortie is done
The tally: three. Two for me, my wingman one
Skimming tree tops, a hero's show
Arriving home, a Victory Roll
The engine stutters, the tires squeal,
The setting sun, all that is real
On tarmac bathed in humid red
My silver mount and goggles shed
I stand beneath the sky just flown
Beside the plane that brought me home
Today I lived! I flew inside
My hand-built plane, my love, my pride
What grand adventures I enjoy!
A fighter jock. An Ace. A boy.
Though in my mind a "mission" flew
The aircraft's real, the flying, too
I have always longed to fly
But birds were given gift of wing
So I built wings by my own hand
And how they lift me from the land!
They lift not just body, these wings of mine
But mind and soul, leaving cares behind.