This Eagle
(Ode to a P&W R985)
This proud bird saved my life,
it came through in a time of strife.
Number two flamed when we were heavy,
flaps up, gear up, max power baby!
Vyse and still comming down...
the Pacific waited,
We're gonna drown.
The left engine held with all it had.
I think it was worried. No!
I think it was mad!
It didn't want to end in shame.
Couldn't stand to be called "the blame".
It gave us it's life to get us back,
all those long minutes, it wouldn't crack.
This short ode is just one litany,
that God blessed me with a Pratt and Whitney
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