Some bloody good entries here. Charlie, I'm not sure they'd allow airplains!
I crawled desert plains
by night and by day,
till sun burned away
my badges of stains
and moon soothed my pains.
Hail, Queen of the May!
Once more, let me play
in warm, mellow rains
that nourish crisp leaves
and shimmer young suns
and glisten bound sheaves.
And I rode her breath
on the wave that runs
from the whorl of death.
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