XXV Skyrider "Has Flew"!




SKYRIDER




CHAPTER ONE

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.