The Crossville Airshow
- Eric Buechel
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The Airshow
By Eric Buechel
In the azure sky where the eagles dare, A symphony of engines fills the air, Thrilling hearts
with a roaring sound, As daring pilots spin and twirl around.
Red, white, and blue in a vibrant display, Streaks of smoke paint the clouds in ballet, Looping and
diving, they dance with grace, Each maneuver a testament to skill and pace.
Fighter jets soar like arrows of might, While vintage planes echo the past's delight, The crowd holds its
breath as they twist and glide, A testament to freedom, a national pride.
The roar of the engines, the thrill of the chase, As planes chase the sun in a high-speed race,
With each heart-stopping stunt, the audience cheers, In this festival of flight, joy conquers fears.
As the sun dips low, painting skies gold, The pilots salute with stories untold, And as the last plane
fades into the night, The magic of flight lingers, pure and bright.
Eric Buechel Fine Art
P. O. Box 277
Pleasant Hill, Tennessee 38578
