THIS POEM IS NOT PRESENTED AS I INTENDED (ie. DOUBLE SPACED).
THIS HAS BEEN DONE BY PERSONS BEYOND MY CONTROL
THUS DIMINISHING THE READING EXPERIENCE.
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Fly you high, a graceful bird
We speak about you yet;
Soaring o\'er the clouded crest
Lest we should forget.
You dive and swoop then rise again
Adroit in every way
A drifting gliding sight to see
Though still a bird of prey.
Tail upright and wings aspread
As through the skies you dip
Winging o\'er the air waves
Fleet from tip to tip.
Your beating, faithful, merlin heart
Performs her loyal chore,
Driving, powering on and on
Amid the mighty roar.
So, here\'s to you fair Spitfire
And Mitchell here\'s to you.
And raise a glass to cheer them
And here\'s to you the few.
Then turn and fly off windward
And end your airborne show;
And leave in blazing glory
But wave before you go.