Best Aerodrome Poems

Stow Maries.

  

Wings of war like paper butterflies

once floated down upon this grassy plain

war machines of moments gone

honeysuckle and wild rose

now cling to silent...

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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...

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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...

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The excitement starts
The second I wake up
I have the biggest smile ever
Today I am jumping
Today I will fly

My stomach has butterflies
A tea and I’m ready...

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~David The Gnome~ 
(Rhyming Couplets) 


Hello there dearie, my name is David the Gnome 
And this is my home, Sweet Home 
And you're most welcome...

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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...

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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...

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grassy Aerodrome
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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...

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Dust descending
fills my ears and nose:
small stones loosened from the soft rock
bleed our faces and our arms......

the smell of this cellar
the drought of this cellar
the...

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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...

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On the walls of an old rickety shed
  are names of sojourners who’ve passed this way;
now my wandering boot does older tread
  where...

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Swaying
undulating
like bouquets from heaven
so gently descending
in white waves
the flowers of youth came down.

They kissed the tall trees
and church spires
as they made for the village green
and...

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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...

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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,...

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