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Spiros Zafiris Senior Member
since 2002-10-20
Posts 982Canada 
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the co-pilot, seated on the left would scowl the pilot was more amenable to small talk, on this, our free ride: Miami to San Juan the brother-in-law gave us a choice, Puerto Rico or Equator the ten or so days of our sleeping on their living-room floor were fun, the first three days and he, a Miami airport guy, offered one of two free flights having chosen San Juan, and not caring about the blood-thirsty Burmuda Triangle, there we were: in a C-24 cargo plane with its load of five race horses, well stalled, well fed, large, leather, hay-full pouches easily accessible in front of each stall; one in front and four others; two behind the first and two others behind these; last down, in the tail section, sat a man-- his job, caring for the horses I don't know much about cargo planes as a matter of fact, it may have been a C-26 but C-24 twirls my eyebrows more-- and I didn't expect it to be so cold up there soon enough, I found out we wouldn't arrive in jet-preen time, perhaps in seven hours, or more my love, cushion-comfy on the floor next to the captain, stared, as I did, to the everpresent, mountainous stars housed not in mere magnificence but in abstract vision you will learn much, staring at us, we both knew we heard by the briefest glance at each other's eyes hour after hour fleeted, my lovey fast asleep, captainside: the first boom didn't startle but the horses knew better soon enough, the yoke started to jump pilot and co-pilot, 30-year veterans, tried to reveal only Calm but the co-pilot started talking to San Juan--I was to discover we were, perhaps, forty minutes from the airport then: neigh-EEEE, the horses crazied themselves, each kicking his stall--for, by now, the one boom had transformed into: BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!--constant BOOMS and the yoke seemed to fly off the captain's hands at one point, as the co-pilot rose, I could swear he briefly pulled his hair, as he went behind the cockpit--searching, searching he found what he was looking for: a 20-gallon can of fuel--but it could have been only 10 or 15 my baby was still fast asleep--the horses,, by now, had gone beserk--the caretaker silently sat on his stool, at the very back speedily, the co-pilot unwound the cup of a thermas and handed it to me I was thinking:they will never find our bodies and almost dared to awaken lovey; how she kept on sleeping was a case of supernal intervention and lo and behold, the co-pilot placed a finger on a tiny hole, leading to the fuel tank and ordered:hold the thermas cup and don't shake-- i'll fill it and you pour the fuel into the hole there we were: BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!--constant BOOMS heee-heee-heea--horses voicing their concern and with the first cup-full, I didn't spill a drop--but there were more than two hundred--perhaps three hundred to go every time more than 7 drops skipped the little hole, both the co-pilot and I deathrattled in nightmares of unclogging vascular tease we were twenty minutes away, by this point, and the plane started to hum it must have been more than 280 thermas cup loads, the little hole accepted--and perhaps 3 or 4 spilled down was, perhaps, 3:00 A.M. when we landed my love started to awake as the wheels hit the runway the airport was quite empty of passengers or, almost, anyone I wasn't in a great hurry to tell lovey mostly, clearly, I remember us passing the pilot and co-pilot, inside, after a while, sitting on chairs facing a closed snack bar such blank looks I've never seen, before or after; a crippled fuel gauge pin almost killed the horses ~~ ..Dec. 24,2012..(C) 2012 Spiros Zafiris ..channeled; spirit Ram; reaching into the poet's mind ~~ |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
So glad that you and your lady and the horses were all right. The poor darlings must have been terrified. How could that man who was supposed to be looking after the horses just sit! He should have been talking to and pacifying the horses. Horses are very highly strung. I hope they got over the terror in time, the precious sweetie-pies. Owl |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Thank you for sharing this, I was fascinated by the turn of events... I'm sure it's an experience you won't soon forget, and I am glad you are well. |
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Spiros Zafiris Senior Member
since 2002-10-20
Posts 982Canada |
Owl and BluesSeranade..thanks for reading this poem...i should have added, Owl, that the man caring for the horses was somewhat in shock..Happy New Year.!..i might add, also, BluesSerenade, this is an experience which happened a long, long time ago.. ..spiros ~~ |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Fantastic real life story.There must be a bit more. best to you, jo |
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Spiros Zafiris Senior Member
since 2002-10-20
Posts 982Canada |
..thanks Jo..i'm pleased you read and wanted more..Happy New Year..! ..spiros ~~ |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
OMG! What an experience that was, Spiros! Enjoyed the story, Ms. E |
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Spiros Zafiris Senior Member
since 2002-10-20
Posts 982Canada |
..thanks Ms.E...i'm pleased you read..Happy New Year..! ..spiros ~~ |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed reading this...James |
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Spiros Zafiris Senior Member
since 2002-10-20
Posts 982Canada |
..thanks James.all the best to you..>>spiros ~~ |
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