Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE AIR MAIL, by BERTON BRALEY Poet's Biography First Line: No stunting's allowed in the service Last Line: We're carrying uncle sam's mail! Subject(s): Air Travel; Postal Service; Postmen; Post Office; Mail; Mailmen | ||||||||
No stunting's allowed in the Service, Although we could stunt if we chose; But our pilots' copper-lined nerve is For other requirements than those. We fly when the tempests are blowing, We buck through the fog or the hail, Our stunt is to goand keep going, We're carrying Uncle Sam's Mail! At midday you'll hear our planes humming And see them, perhaps, in the sky, At midnight our motors are drumming As steadily onward we fly. We whoop over forest and mountain We swoop over river and vale, We've got to be guys you can count on, We're carrying Uncle Sam's Mail. Height records? We fret not about 'em. Speed records? They're not in our line. And yet we move swiftly without 'em, On schedule, rain, snow or shine. The eagle and hawk lag behind us Along our aerial trail, Look up when we're dueyou will find us, We're carrying Uncle Sam's Mail! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GETTING THE MAIL by GALWAY KINNELL THE DE CARLO LOTS by ANNE WALDMAN OPPOSITES: 37 by RICHARD WILBUR |
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