Ode To a Legend

This chariot I ride, made for war Carries me far and wide This beauty, never seen before This machine takes me to the fight Strength to be seen, rising to the light This machine is part of me In formation we gather Metalled eagles that are free This hot summers day The sky so blue Come what may my life,on the line too Men and machine compete in the blue Like the knights of old fearless and bold We compete, not for blue ribbon instead blue sky and do......or die My horse, the mighty merlin stays the course My cannon shell hitting the enemy, giving him hell This aerial dance, parry and thrust to win,you must At altitude over France This graceful machine designed with vision By a man on a mission To be the best, A fighter pilots quest to reign supreme For this chariot ,I will never tire This beautiful machine Made by supermarine ................the Spitfire