Geoffrey Wellum – The Classic Machines

Classic Poetry – A Pilot’s Prayer.

Somebody gave me this lithe-looking creature called Spitfire, and said: -There is a Spitfire, go and fly it.- The next thing I knew, it had leapt into the air. Sort of me hanging on to it, really… And off we went into the wild blue yonder. Oh, my goodness me. It is going to beContinue reading “Classic Poetry – A Pilot’s Prayer.”