I Took a Little Tiger Moth

[In Memorium:  to John Magee and his High Flight]
I took a little tiger moth
On its last journey, today.
We started out from Woodford,
Where before, the great planes were built
In peacetime and in war.
It was sunny.
Blue skies, no wind
All  clear on the smooth unhurried run.
So smooth, I hardly noticed the familiar sights.
We approached Bramhall, where they are building now
To  speed the flow of Cheshire traffic to the airport.
It was only after we arrived, and I had stopped the engine
That I noticed my companion
The beautiful tiger moth
Securely strapped in
And attached to my driving mirror.

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