Another Ballad, for Mr. Cooper

Several Cooper poetry contest submissions in this morning—this one from Rod Harman. The deadline for the poetry contest is Friday, 5:00 pm. E-mail your submission to me at gg@huntfordbcooper.com. Now, without further ado, Harman's poetry.



DB. Or can I call you Dan.

Perhaps you are a Richard, a Donald or a Stan

Regardless of a name…many called you the Man.

Put everything in perspective; you were one gutsy

Guy with one hell of a plan, you meant no real harm to your passengers, crew, or fellow man.

With four parachutes on your list of demands, it made the captain, crew and FBI question the motive of the plan. Was this man a real danger, a crazy or nut…

Tina would later tell us… no, he seemed rather nice… perhaps… just in a rut.

Captain Scott took his orders. Vector 23 is where I want to be… steady she go's and you'll all be free.

The steps go down, there's no turning back and You're all along on the aft rear track. Your mind is racing and you must come to grips,

The plan has been executed without a hitch.

You calm yourself with one last wish…

Please God, I meant no harm

Land me safely near that farm.