Why I Love Where I Live- Jet Noise
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This weekend is their air show, which I'm sad to say, I'll be missing. Lucky me, they've been practicing today, and watching them has proven that even jets can be poetic.
Flocks fly across the horizon,
Their metallic wings gleam gray and blue,
With dizzying speed they ascend,
Their cries rumbling, thundering,
Stirring emotion and pride,
Trailing clouds of patriotism in their wake.