by | Nov 13, 2014 | Poetry | 0 comments

The drone of the aircraft
Flying over our shore
Was a regular sound
During the Second World War.

Though, our brave young men
Had other thoughts,
As they gave their lives
In the battles fought.

“Scramble” rang out
Round the South East’s fields;
Men took to the skies…
Many were killed.

They searched for the enemy
In their Hurricanes,
And engaged in dog-fights
With invading planes.

Man and machine
Would pit their wits,
To outmanoeuvre the Germans
And claim their hits.

Engines revved and roared…
Climbed, and dived…
In trails of smoke and flames,
Many perished, and died.

Spitfires joined in,
Shooting down enemy planes,
Littering the English Channel
With their burning remains.

Those gallant young men,
With their patched-up gear,
Took to the clouds,
Showing no fear.

The Germans were outclassed,
And didn’t know what had hit ‘em;
This confrontation is known, today, as

Winston Churchill summed it up
For every man that flew…
“Never have so many, owed so much
to so few !”

We’ll always be in debt
For the lives they gave;
Thanks to their heroic actions,
Great Britain was saved.


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