Skyrider

Historical War Novel. Excerpt -  

A POET WITHOUT HONOR

Before I die, I'll ride the sky;

I'll part the clouds like foam.

I'll brand each star with the Rolling R,

And lead the Great Bear home.

I'll circle Mars to beat the cars,

On Venus I will call.

If she greets me fair as I ride the air,

To meet her I will stall.

I'll circle high—as if passing by—

Then volplane, bank, and land.

Then if she'll smile I'll stop awhile,

And kiss her snow-white hand.

To toast her health and wish her wealth

I'll drink the Dipper dry.

Then say, "Hop in, and we'll take a spin,

For I'm a rider of the sky."

Through the clouds we'll float in my airplane boat—