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Welcome 2013

Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome. 
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome. 
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.

Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2013

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March Of The Footle - A Series

Lamb of God Takes Sins Away

Solely
Holy

Thanksgiving Da,y Feasts Everywhere

Praying
Sharing

Fishing At The Riverside With Bait At  End Of Line
 
Boat 
Moat

Loving Couple's Endearing love 

Carriage
Marriage

Strolling In The Park Under Shady Trees

Shadow
Follow

Family Spending Time On The Beach

Packs
Snacks


Title: March Of The Footle.

Theme: Life And Its Trimmings


Sponsored by: Timothy Hicks 

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Copyright © Rainbow Promise | Year Posted 2016

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The Spitfire

>I must be honest, being new to this poetry, I do not understand half the terms describing types of poems, hence you will see a lot of, ' I do not know,'   At the moment on my local BBC radio station they are talking about  The Spitfire.  Of course I've written a poem about the Spitfire.  This is between page 56  and 58  of  my first poetry book.
I think I've mentioned elsewhere I have a beach hut at Felixstowe.  You may not know where it is, but I'm sure the vandals do, as they have visited it twice, so you could always ask them.  Occasionally, when there lounging in a deck chair, one hears the sound of an aeroplane passing overhead.  I know it's a Spitfire.  I won't embarrass the lady pilot here, because she might dive bomb me lol. 

The Spitfire.

Them Spitfires with those brave men in, flew up oh so high.
Into the bright blue, clear, good old English sky.
Not knowing if it was today they'd  die.
Butt still in their Spitfires, they did fly.

The Spitfire was the plane that's true.
Jerry wanted, that kind too.
That they had none so we ruled the air.
Of the Battle of Britain, high up there.

I guess we'll remember, that final day.
But many men, before did die.
Flying so high and fighting too.
As that's what men, in Spitfires did do.

Some men, returned, to fight again.
Some landed, their battered plane.
Other men, injured, had to refrain.
From fighting, until they were fit again.

Bombers also did their part.
Ripping the enemy apart.
Took a pasting, some did do.
Bailing out as had to do.

So all airmen, where'er you are.
On land, or high up, neath the stars.
Thanks for all that you did do.
I cannot say more of you.

Brave allies, you all as well.
Hope your in heaven, not in hell.
And when your life, is finally spent. 
From fighting, or old age, you went.

All united, now might be.
Your names will live in history.
Never will we, you forget.
What you gave in the war, and yet.
Would give so much, I do not lie.
For you to live, and not have died.

Alas a bullet from a gun.
If your number is it upon.
I guess you know what it did do.
And hope your in paradise too.

Hark the sound a Spitfire flies.
Surely now no one will die.
As they did seventy-five years ago.
As they took off, how could they know?

That final day, as they did fly.
The Germans advance, did surely die.
All because, our brave young men.
Took them Spitfires, up again.<

Where'er you are, what air you do.
No one will, forget you.
As you in Spitfires, flew so high.
Our memories also, will not die.

Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2016