There are pylons on the wings outside my window.
They are round in the front but come to a point on this side of the wing.
Perhaps if we could turn them around we could be like a great flying Corinthian trireme
Catching the broadside of Persian planes with our pylon rams and hurling them groundward
Because we were nimbler and had caught them in a narrow pass.
Perhaps the Grand Canyon would make a nice spot for historians to return to
And say, "Here who and such sunk five planes and garnered much glory."
It would probably all be written down by a large-named fellow and
Students of history would read it slowly wondering what it was like,
Peering out of the tiny window thinking we were next.
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Whew! FINALLY! You can't just publish a few really great poems and then NOTHING, like that! You were killin' me! :)
(Welcome back: hope you're enjoying your time at home...)
Mrs. S
That poem is great! Glad to see your back:)
I really liked Old man and the sea, but the sun also rises is totally different. You should definately give it a read. I think Hemingway is pretty much summed up in this quote from him: "Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? He thinks I don’t know the ten-dollar words. I know them all right. But there are older and simpler and better words, and those are the ones I use." I like how he thinks
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