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617
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lancaster-bomber

Dog of Night
  While Lancs go forth consuming flight
  ascending safe through edge of light

The dog of night keeps Scamptons Gate
caressed by sleep whence time will break

In dreams and thoughts another day
of aircrews, grass and hours of play

His restlessness his turn of eye
a welcome touch, a voice, a sigh

Forever held no more to roam
Hells darkened depth to be his home

When ships return may he awake
and from this hole, his life to take

Soon voices free will cut the tie
to bring together both on high.

John C Haywood Copyright © Poetry In Action 

 

 

Count them back

 

I stand and count and count again                                                        
adrenaline blocking thought and pain
 

No more my friends their laughter shown
around this place now sombre grown
 

Oh! where Oh! where my thoughts run wild
as lips respond like gibbering child
 

I stand and count and count once more
then finally turn and close the door.
 

John C Haywood Copyright © 
Poetry In Action
 
 

 

Flying
The Real Aviator’s

Pilots and navigators, the adventurers of old
sometimes quite crazy, but most of all bold
 

Bleriot Sikorsky Alcock and Brown
they came from your city, they came from your town
 

And who would have thought it so long ago
that aerodynamics be part of the show
 

From Sopwith and Cierva Lockheed and Spad
so many killed though, the memories are sad
 

Handley Page, Messerscmitt, Short Brothers and Yak
remember the pilots who never came back
 

Then there’s our Amy, Lindbergh and Wright
the thrill of the take-off, the tension, the flight
 

But those with the calling were pioneers all
and they relished the flying, the lift, and the stall
 

I could go on for ever with tales of the few
about dare-devil aviators resting up in the blue
 

We won’t forget Vicker’s and Hawker, the best
in year 1940 they surpassed all the rest
 

From box-kite to jet plane in such a short time
they had a good reason and a good rhyme
 

Frank Whittle and Avro had come a long way
but air transportation was now here to stay
 

So when next in an aircraft think of these guy’s
watching your progress in their conquered sky’s.
 

John C Haywood Copyright © 
Poetry In Action
 

The Lanc’s of  Manby
 

Oh! faithful Lanc in flight so high, bearing airmen through the sky
 
Roaring Merlins carry back, commited airmen through the flack
 

Hour on hour of dulled distraction, signalled by the right of action
 
Born aloft from base in flight, returning wounded in the night
 

Surviving crew another day, carry those who have no say
 
Tour of duty in their stride, checked by ground crew with great pride’
 

John C Haywood Copyright © Poetry In Action
 

Warrior of the Sky

 
On trusty stead I mount the sky, as whispered cloudlets rush on by
 
I dive, pull back, invert and climb, till blinding lights dull space and time
 
Then roll and turn, leave fields below, while power surges on as though
 
I’ve lost control of all I sought, adrenaline bending every thought
 
Regaining charge my head now clear, so close disaster seconds near
 
As one we ride through wave and crest, decending mighty beast to rest
 
To ride on high another day, foreboding foe for you to slay
 
With lions roar and proof of worth, caressing trees we kiss the earth.
 
John C Haywood Copyright © Poetry In Action

 

Kirton Lindsay
Infiltration


‘I’d like my friends’ to tell a tale
of open sky’s and vapour trail

Our climb to height, our rush to Earth
all sinews taught, as if at birth

When whispered clouds brush metal skin
and face distorts all cramped within

The compressed torso cold with sweat
is forced by acts so quick to set

But nerves of steel come into play
and help us through another day.

Copyright John C Haywood © Poetry In Action

Tail End Charlie

I’m the tail end charlie at the rear of every ship
dreadfully cold, on each and every trip

Surrounded by perspex and stuck here every night
no room to manoeuvre, when the doors are all shut tight

I love the terra firma, but I’m the last to leave
you can say it’s rather silly, and maybe quite naive

But when the aircraft leaves the air, and we come into land
guess who’s last to leave the ship, now you’ll understand

Why the tail end charlie, on each and every mission
is such a solitary lonely guy, stuck in a daft position.

John C Haywood Copyright © Poetry In Action

About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at www.waterstones.com

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