Gerald Bosacker, Crowded Air</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=11.htm>Gerald Bosacker</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Crowded Air</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>CROWDED AIRFrom October North<br>they fled a wintry day.<br>A million birds<br>to winter first at Tampa Bay<br>and greet two jumbo jets,<br>in their fly way<br>which passed too close<br>controllers say.<br>The one I rode came in<br>just a little bit high<br>while the other somewhat slow<br>came within a mile<br>Too close,<br>said the man who wrote the file,<br>and tipped the TV press<br>and primed his smile<br>I was home and safe,<br>and watched the setting sun<br>obscured by those black birds<br>who rose and danced as one<br>in dense and polite crowd.<br>How swift they turned and spun<br>in changing harmony<br>but safe and ordained unison.</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>