| Afternoon heat burning so A vicious wind does blow whipping the trees to and fro And spiraling the tall grass Flattening it out as it does pass It does awaken memories of mine thinking back to an old time reminding me of an old ghost when it was needed the most I was happy when I heard its sound saw it whirling the grass around A most welcome helicopter did land To take us to safety was its plan Bleeding and wounded I lay on its floor And watched as the bullet holes become more Popping and poking holes as in aluminum foil I really thought it was the end of my toil And once we were on our way and out I really knew what gratefulness was all about Those whirling sacred Metal Angels of the air I still thank God that such as they were there ©Faye Sizemore August 03, 2002 |
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