Aerodrome Poems - Poems about Aerodrome

...In time shadows in an old windy shed are names of sojourners who've passed this way; now my wandering boot does older tread where I passed on a long forgotten day. I see their faces on wa......

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...THE REBEL ARTIST Why do you paint pictures of silent days?, Lonely roads, lonely streets; of beggars gropin......

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...On rows of chairs heads bark orders at invisible underlings, sharp suited mid-level execs power into conference calls. The more gleaming the sky-palace the skuzzier I feel, the duller the yel......

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...Microlight When they appeared, we were like, “What …the?” motorcycles dangling from multi-coloured wings, animated comic book scene blond wisps racing at leisure in deliberate mid-morning bree......

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...People in the terminal who drag their traveling bags fall in line for their tickets and passports as well.......

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...The aircraft might be fifteen minutes late, You might be there, before it's too late. Too late to reach there before you take off, Off to somewhere, within the country, Or without, or even beyond......

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...Sleep Baby Sleep Little baby let me rock you to sleep Angels will watch over you, do not weep Visit places you've never seen before Lots of adventur......

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...I believed that I was rural … that I lived in country style, where the city was close handy … that big distance was a mile. Trains and buses ferried daily; a freeway ran close by … comforts of the......

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...Here he stands, Edwardian vogue, sometimes with his spats, sometimes with his brogues below his dungarees. With rounded collar points and tie, and jacket donned below this flying suit, his waste is......

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...A mighty fortress is this venerable plane! A flying fortress indeed - the adversary's bane! Though she groans as through the celestial dome she flies, There's no sturdier old queen ruling the skie......

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...We turned off before reaching Kings Lynn and headed down a road that would take us to Henderson Aerodrome a local flying school, we were waved through the main gate and headed onto the main runway an......

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...The town that I was born in was a small and ‘one horse’ place, where no one held a secret and we knew each other’s face. Nothing seemed to ever change but then we seen the myth explode when a mini......

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...Painstakingly I gathered shrapnel from grandpa’s fields, sold them to the metal man who came on horse & cart. Alas, disaster struck...the sixpence, fruit of my hard work, slipped through......

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...I am not alone, I got Jesus on the phone, on the phone He's on my phone I am not alone, I got Jesus He's in my home, in my home He is my home If I travel in my mine, He's my roam On top of m......

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...Unquotable quotes: Olympic Antics – XXXIII Why do Judo-kas bother to wear anything at all since all they do is to try their very best to undress one another before hugging themselves on the mat......

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