The Bermuda Triangle has always held a
fascination, and the fate of Flight 19 is
one of its mysteries.
Submitted to Poets United, Poetry Pantry
April 30, 2017
Five pilots of the Navy’s tried and true
Took off on a mission routine
The Florida sun was shining
There were high hopes for Flight 19
They’d completed part of their journey
When the lead pilot called to say
His compass had malfunctioned
And he feared they’d lost their way
And so no one really knows
What happened to the flight
In the last communication
They said “No land in sight”.
What followed was a massive search
The outcome was as feared
All five planes and 14 souls
Seemed to have disappeared.
Two rescue planes had been dispatched
To try to find the flight
Before another day had dawned
One of them, too, had vanished from sight.
The searchers found no oil slicks
No sign of debris was seen
To explain the mysterious fate
Of the search plane or Flight 19.
The Bermuda Triangle is legend
For ships lost and never seen again
She still holds fast the destination
Of the search plane, Flight 19, and their men.