Blue Angels
I can see her now.
Blonde hair flowing
In the northern winds on that sunny spring day.
Finally the snow was gone and
The field grasses were beginning to bud.
In the distant thunder
You could see the
Blast of white smoke.
There they will soon come
And she searches the sky.
Off the young girl runs
Up the draw into the rocky creek bed.
Dashing across the spring snow runoff.
Racing up the hill to reach her sitting spot
Atop the bluff so she would have a clear view
Of what would be screaming her way
At eye level soon.
She is out of breath
As she takes the last couple of steps upward.
Grabbing the limbs of an old juniper tree,
She pulls herself onto the smooth surface
Of the mountain theater seat.
Your heart is beating four times faster then normal
and with the sweet blast of fresh clean air in her nostrils
She shivers.
Soon the guardians of the sky will come
Screaming across her world's horizon.
Off to the north
She hears the faint sound
Of roaring jet engines.
Echoing in her ear
Also is the mockingbird scolding her
For interrupting his morning.
A squirrel running back and forth
On the ledge below her
Gathering seeds for his hungry little ones
Seems to be annoyed with this human appearance.
But nothing seems to change this monument moment
Of thrill that has befallen this girl child
So many times before
And today.
Here they come ...
Over the mountain to the north of her
They come thundering ...
Swooping down into the desert valley.
Two large shiny Navy jets streak low
And leveling themselves
Equal to the eye view of the girl.
As they rumble through the air toward her
To break the sound barrier.
It is as if they stand still for a second
In front of her eternity.
She can see their faces smiling,
The helmeted heads nod.
The wings of the Blue Angels rock back and forth
As to once again say hello.
Then as quickly as they came, they were gone.
She sat silently pondering.
Her two knights in thundering blue steel
As they flew past her life and into her dreams once again.
They were her Blue Angels.
As she sat in the silence of the morning
And the memory of the Unknown friends of the sky,
She still sees their wings tip and
Off they flew away.
Followed with the crack of explosive thunder.
Now how could you
Ever for get that?!
by Vicki Rose Ann Swift-Landis
... who is a singer, songwriter, and freelance poet, with works
published in Poems and Short Stories for the Military
Family; and lyrics produced in eight songs by Hilltop Records
and Ameracord Records, including Soldier Boy,
Sweet America, Lonely Ones, and
others. Her writing has also appeared previously in this
magazine.
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