Battle of Britain
I fly away my mission is clear
As now above the clouds my plane I steer
I must leave behind all thoughts of home
As to foreign skies I now must roam
The enemy awaits and I outsmart him must
My armour is strong and in it will trust
To fly higher is my aim to claim the sky
To sight the enemy I then will try
A flight of wings I then see below
And my courage and metle I now must show
From out of the sun I dive to this enemy in my sight
And hope this foe will my cannons smite
He banks to the left and right to gain some height
For if he does not he will lose this fight
But my battle is won with my bursts of fire
Now my enemies plane is a funeral pyre
To survive then myself is all I can
For I dare not see him to be family man
If I would see him so then my fate would be sealed
And dark planes above would to me then weild
So return then I must to await again the scramble bell
But will I return home again I cannot tell
Robin Gissing
Jaunty Road, Sheffield, S12