A Poem by Ed Floyd
I wrote the following poem and published it in a
book of poetry entitled "Solitary Running" back in
1985 or 86. The book is out of print but a copy might be obtained from the Library of Congress or Vantage Press. The poem says a lot about warfare, technology, and where the race is headed (if we don't kill ourselves).
Perhaps the eagles share our care
As we soar where the air is rare
Or riding gales uncertain gusts
In sure pursuit of weather fair
Our craft is ready for the test
Its metal is the very best.
As warriors clad like knights of old...
It gleams like clouds sun-brightened crests.
And we've been taught to be so bold
At warfare in the high blue cold.
Beneath our wings destruction reigns
We fit the warrior's ancient mold.
But yet - our deadly weapon brings
A multitude of many things.
For mankind's questing nature sings
When viewing Earth from Silver Wings.
Edwin R. Floyd
Pilot, Poet, Philosopher