Garuda’s Keep
Flown unto Garuda’s keep,
With cloud banks rising, bold and steep,
I’ve bravery in endless score,
As I race to the war.
Pearly vistas, blinding white,
Extending to bewitch my sight,
With dormant rain in shades of grey,
As keen I fly away.
Sopwith engine blazing red,
The wings apart, in boldness spread,
The helmet fast upon my face,
As through the cloud I chase.
Hark, the mad propeller’s hum!
Alive in bold hypnotic thrum,
Resounding with prodigious force,
As sure I fly my course.
I pray I’ll render victory,
Anon in the Pacific sea,
Astounding all the sorry foe,
In courage now I go.
And should I fail to win the day,
Aye, if my craft be blown away,
I’d gladly know these clouds for rest,
My ghost their happy guest…
adamdaniel 