FLYBOY

FLYBOY

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He had heart and a soul that was meant to fly,
even as a small boy staring at the summer sky.
His dreams flourished throughout all the years
and were never dampened by his mothers' tears.

He understood her fear for his safety back then
but he knew what he craved, to join the men
who would fly to defend our country and liberty;
joined the Air Force when he was twenty-three.

He learned to fly, soaring high in a summer sky
and when the war started, he knew he had to try
to join the ranks of pilots who would go to war,
they all believed in what they were fighting for.

A short leave before he left for the English shore,
he was held tight in his mothers' arms once more.
His father gripped his hand in a strong goodbye,
as his kid brother said "Okay, Flyboy, time to fly!"

Over in a foreign land, his plane was shot down.
and he was captured by the enemy near a town.
That was his fate and some others who survived,
to wait out the war until the day peace arrived.

The hardships of captivity then faced with bravery
and as the time passed slowly, he could now see
that home was a special place, he longed to go
back to the fields and hills that he used to know.

Back to where the eagles flew so high and free,
they had that good taste of freedom and liberty.
In time they were rescued and sent back home,
a need to heal both mind and body, each alone.

Those silver wings are treasured by him today
for he knew that in the end, it was just his way
of living his dream, for right from the very start
a love of flying claimed his soul, he had heart!.

Countrymom
6/9/09