Reminiscing Poem by David Wood
Reminiscing
Crumpled picture in hand
Of a Slingsby T31 glider
I flew solo at the tender age
Of sixteen when I was too
Young to drive a car,
Even though I owned one!
I sat on my bedroom floor
Going through old memories
As an Air Cadet and thought
Of the day I went solo. It
Passed an hour on a wet
Monday morning and with
a smile, thought I'd love
To take to the air again,
Such fond memories.
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5/5/2024 9:08:12 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Marvellous. Great memories. Great poem. Loved it