Richtofen's Saga/Unity (old school)

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Hello All;

When I was young, I was totally wrapped up in the romanticism of

early flight and the men who flew. Not like today by a long shot,

anyway, a book report I did lead to this poem, some years later.

Richtofen's Saga/Unity

(a WWI pilot's story)

The Red Baron

With grace and glory, he so flies

the big red bird in soft blue skies.

The sun, (an allie), shing bright,

protecting him from danger's sight.

Until he swoops down on his prey.

(Another chalice made today).

With spandaus blazing as they sing

the song of death in which they bring.

With this, the red bird flies away-

cheating his fate another day.

Each morning with the waking light,

the bird would rise and then take flight.

Until a bullet grazed his head,

he glided down but was not dead.

This made him finially realize

that death flew with him in the skies.

But still he went up, bold and brave,

though sensing soon would come his grave.

Alas, his prophecy came true;

One day a flock of sparrows flew.

The red bird, spinning, hit the ground.

A plane and body both were found.

No longer were they unified;

the rubble burned. The pilot died.

Randy