The words spell doom as, looming into view <br />Firey flames leap from plane's engine, and catch <br />Hold of the hearts of passengers and crew <br />Alike. The icy chilled air could not match <br />Their cold fear. Just minutes in flight they hear <br />Bangs and the message that they're going down <br />From feet thousands high. Knowing this, they fear <br />Their end, some begin praying without sound, <br />Others, shouting aloud, spread gangway fright <br />Until Captain's clear voice enlightens them, <br />Explaining the river Hudson's in sight. <br /> <br />His confident manner did much to stem <br />The panic on board. The plane sent mighty <br />Splashings on high, and fire died, but came <br />Now the terror of drowning in water right <br />Up past the waist, as sinking, they disdained <br />Protocol, and all rushed outside to icy <br />Embrace. Shivering limp, they were all saved <br />As boats alongside appeared in a trice. <br />With 'grace under pressure' that Captain behaved. <br /> <br />As, with true heroes, he would calmly abstain <br />From limelight. Yet they will remember his name. <br /> <br /> <br />To commemorate the rescue of 155 souls <br />Hudson River - - January 16th 2009.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-fire-2/
