The Fly Overs
For Edna Boggs, My Fourth Grade Teacher,
And Mike Justice, An Uncle
She would teach us patriotism,
Also to open our ears and our eyes…
Although atom bombs could be dropping,
Just look to the skies…
We heard that first supersonic boom
As the fighters flew over, protecting our town…
Though still in formation as they flew the round,
One tipped his wings just like a clown.
© Copyright, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw, 2000.
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