(91) May 25, 2010: The Amphibious Flier

THE AMPHIBIOUS FLIER

I see a ship come sailing in,
A sculptured frigate long and thin;
Her body’s carved like a violin,
   Her timbers tall
With windmill blades that spin
   The blurring squall.

The gale blows hard and strong,
But lightly like a nursery song
The shining schooner flies along
   Approaching land
As if terrestrially her wheels belong
   Upon the sand.

And as I watch, she leaves the seas
To skim the beach and onward flees
Before the ever-chasing breeze;
   A chariot now
Seduced along by unseen steeds
   Before her prow.

Across the countryside she goes,
Her motion serpentinely flows
As deep within her neck their glows
   A brightening flame
Of blooming energetic rose
   That none can tame.

And as I watch, her sterns ignite,
Her double sterns now rocket bright,
Careening to a stellar height
   In one swift arc;
And left behind her streaking flight—
   A question mark.

D. Edgar Lamp

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