The runaway lights
shine brightly on approach.
Fasten seat belts tight –
I’m gonna be flight coach.
As we’re making a turn
of 90 degrees roll
the yaw and pitch haven’t gone -
Lord, save our souls.
This landing gear
is our supporting point,
those who are with a fear
sit under seat belts joint, -
relax, the land’s coming
in a speedy way:
this flight isn’t charming,
I gotta here say.
The aircraft runs
into the landing speed.
Everyone falls into a trance
and ready Lord to meet.
In panic the jitterbugs
are crying loudly foul
but we’re on the tracks
to save our souls.
MAY OUR SOULS REST IN PEACE!
05.10.2021
The flight coach
© Copyright: Серж Северодвинский, 2021
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