Blue Angels BLUE ANGELS In diamonds they fly in their "Blue Angel Blues", Arching and rolling on high— As one-- they maneuver—breathtakingly close— Flash past-- in the blink of an eye. The solos fill in as the “fours” leave the scene— Give chills with feats all their own— Their head on near-misses--inverted formations— As thrilling as anything flown! The colorful smokes released ‘gainst the sky— (An aid to us on the ground)— As thousands of feet are used in their zooms— Helps ground-pounders watch them turn round. The fleur-de-lis that caps off the show— Keeps ones heart in one’s mouth to the last— Explosion of color as the diving begins— They race toward the center--and past— Just inches apart (in dimensions-three)— Each on his own different track— Join up for landing in the shortest of times— In a diamond--they bring themselves back. This all started out in the Grumman F6— Migrated to jets when they came-- Stayed abreast of the types in use by the fleet— Aviator perfection---the same. Bill Woodall