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Flight Of Might

Fly you high, a graceful bird
We speak about you yet;
Soaring o'er the clouded blue
Lest we should forget.
You dive and swoop then rise again
Adroit in every way
A drifting gliding sight to see
Though still a bird of prey.

Tail upright and wings aspread
As through the clouds you dip
Winging o'er the air waves
Fleet from tip to tip.
Your beating, faithful, merlin heart
Performs her loyal chore.
Driving, powering on and on
Amid the mighty roar.

So here's to you fair Spitfire
And Mitchell here's to you,
And raise a glass to cheer them
And here's to you the few.
Then turn and fly off windward
And end your airborne show;
And leave in blazing glory
But wave before you go.

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Structured: Western
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To commemorate 'Battle of Britain' day, 15 September 2020 (80 years) and respectfully dedicated to scribbler. Kind regards to all at Neo, Alan
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There is something very very special about a spitfire, I remember years ago watching the trooping of the colour in London. You always bring something special the royal air force would be so proud of this.

Thank you...Teddy

you are so kind. Yes the 'Spitfire' is a very special aircraft, still flying regularly in today's skies. I think that which made the Spitfire so very special was (and is) those who flew (fly) them.

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I think I could put money on you being a Military Man Sir, with the greatest respect.

Thank you...Teddy

Dear Alan, what a magnificent tribute to The Battle of Britain Day. Those spitfires were/are incredible. As you say, it's the pilots who flew/fly them that are the real heroes.
Your title, content and spacing are perfect. I expect you've seen many a spitfire show to commemorate the Battle.
Hats off to you, great poet, best, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

Gracy. The Spitfire must be one of the best known aircraft ever. Spitfires, and other vintage aircraft, fly over the moors here on a regular basis. It is the ideal training environment for them. The RAF use the moors for nighttime low flying practice (with modern jets) and, of course, the worlds finest aerobatic display team ~ The Red Arrows.

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I am just coming, probably to annoy you but I adore the red arrows too. I wonder if I could possibly make a suggestion for your title. Or maybe even for you to use one day on a new poem/ Wings of pride /. I have said before that you bring the mighty bird alive in your work but I wasn't to know of the machanical kind too.

Thank you...Teddy

anytime Teddy. I keep trying to get the Arrows to fly slower so everyone can see them better.
I always enjoy reading your comments/suggestions to brighten my day. The Arrows are social distancing now. The have to stay 2 meters apart in the air!

I think that you are good at titles. I try not to use titles which my wonderful colleagues have used before ~ although sometimes it is unavoidable, or by accident.

Desponia Theodoridou penned this one a while back

'Wings of Pride'

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Dear Alan.

The link to the poem doesn't work for security reasons. : (

Thank you...Teddy

It's a copyright thing. Fixed it though.
 

WINGS  OF  PRIDE    by    DESPOINA  THEODORIDOU

Wide wings of pride, embrace the eternal.
Sharp look of brown, sizes the panoramic view.
Delicate, white traveler, wanders above the darken sea.
Restless spirit, conquers the ocean spice.
Gentle, white feathers, caress the etherreal streams,

Carefree, proud figure, travels through seven seas,

Into morning light, diving in salty dreams!

My little dreamer, you bring my yearnings into life!

Take me away with you to fly to most distant destinations.

Immerse me into the sphere of mysteries' cognition.

Let free my mind to wander!

You guide my soul into the azure sky;

Let it imbrue a sip of wisdom, into my life's morning dew.

©  Despoina Theodoridou 2011

 

 

 

 

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And that's how it's done, how kind to find it for me. Please congratulate the author, the stanza, carefree proud figure travels through seven seas

Just stunning every last line. Thank you Sir. I really appreciate this.

Thank you...Teddy

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