CONCORD

We will miss you, Concord,

Swan of the skies, your crackling roar,

Sweeping over us as you rise, rise high,

bursting into the stratosphere indigo sky,

your rolling boom defeating time and space.

We will miss you, us plodders,

But we forged you, loved you.

We will not forget, looking up,

Seeing you in the mind's eye,

Always flying, streaming the air

Up there, out there.

Max Frost