I sweep the skies with fire and steel,
My highway is the cloud,
I swoop, I soar, aloft I wheel,
My engine laughing loud;
fight with gleaming blades the wind
That dares dispute my path,
I leave the howling storm behind,
I ride upon it's wrath.
to see your tiny world,
Your toys of ships, your cars,
I rove an endless road unfurled
Where the mile stones are the stars,
And far below,
men wait and peer
For what my coming brings,
I fill their quaking hearts with fear
For death is in my wings.
Richard Dale Huntwork
Jack Ray Sink
Arthur Trent, Jr.