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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
Copyright ©
Matthew Brackley
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