He takes to the wild blue yonder,
a Flying Ace in a Fokker Triplane.
Soaring dreary charcoal skies
with a cruel, iron fisted reign.
He guards his aerial fortress,
with a sharpshooter's deadly aim.
A Sopwith Camel in his sights,
intent to shoot it down in flames.
Black crosses streak a Bloody April sky,
amidst black leather, silk scarf of white.
Stony faces look on in disbelief,
commemorating a heroes final flight.
A hail of gunfire seals his victory
Red Baron's reign remains supreme.
For in rural Oklahoma skies,
a crop dusting farmer replays his dream.
Brian Bressler � 2001