Contraption

Reddening anthracite fills up the furnace with sweltering fire.
Boiling, the water it builds up the steam with a powerful tension -
Pushing the pistons and grinding the gears in a single dimension;
Forwardly moves does this massive contraption through pilot’s desire.

Picking up speed as the roar of the engine possesses the hot air,
Outstretching wings start to lift as propellers awaken their loud turn.
Buttons and switches - they fill up his console with many he need learn;
Gripping the yokes in the cockpit - he pulls up against them with great care.

Further beneath him, the ground drifting lower with fields far and quite still -
Flight he achieves after many endeavors and failures for certain.
Feeling the joy of his triumph, he glides through the clouds like a curtain;
Smoke fills the air and is joined with the rain as he treasures his great thrill.