GRANDDAD WAS AN ENGINEER
The Nickel-Plate his line
Moving steel throughout the years
Became his life’s design
My father flew a fighter plane
The first equipped with jets
At speeds of Mach which he attained
He sought what pilots get
New modes of transportation
From the tracks to sortied skies
Have always been the stuff of dreams
We chase and know not why
To get from here to there I think
And trying to get there faster
To chase the future’s tail despite
Occasional disaster
And so it goes and never stops
Our need for speed remains
To set forth toward our brave new worlds
In cars and trains and planes
Thoughts? jeffburkhart@primetimerhymes.com
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