Twisted metal on scrapheaps piled,
Shattered Perspex, broken dials.
Remains of aircraft dripping dew,
That once, so proudly, someone flew.
A bombers grey, gaunt, silhouette
At dawn or dusk appears intact.
A gallant ghost with phantom crew
That once, so proudly, someone flew.
Smashed up fighter, snapped off prop.,
In combat damaged was your lot.
Worthy friend we honour you
That once, so proudly, someone flew.
An ancient biplane, tattered wreck,
So soon forgotten like the rest.
Battered old warrior no longer new
That once, so proudly, someone flew.
Names of targets, squadron crests,
Once so treasured but now forgot,
With the aircraft mid the dew,
That once, so proudly, someone flew.
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