Here are just a small selection of our poems written following topic work finding out about spitfire pilots.
Spitfire
Flying, Flying
Flying so high
The wings painting the clouds
When you get shot
it looks like an eagle
Falling
When the rain hits
I now know
It’s my last words.
JD
Spitfire flying
Flying high,
slicing the air with the tips of the wings.
As dusk rises,
the spitfire rises too.
Shocked and worried,
as no enemy is in sight,
the plane soars higher
to get a better view
But even higher,
The Meschermitt waits.
And waits.
And waits…
WS
Spitfire Battle
Propellers rotating with speed
Rolling to the other end
Wheels turning frantically
Then they’re up from the ground
And never to touch down again
Lifting up over the clouds,
Proceeding to the enemy,
Houses down below,
Take your last look now
As they’ll not be there tomorrow.
Then the enemy is spotted,
Deadly cargo dropped,
With bullets raining out,
Smoke trails in the air,
And an explosion that is seen every day.
JM