This Poem Was Written With My Grandson In Mind, He Has The Impatience Of His 9 Years As Did His Father-My Son At His Age When Out With My Father Poem by Stephen Walshe

HOME FOR TEA
1
Overgrown runway
Broken down tower
Many have passed this way
And trodden down grass and flower
2
Many have left never to return
Some came back with injury unseen
Some came back with an ugly burn
Many came back with broken mind and body lean
3
Frightened minds in disarray
But still on they fought
Above the wild sea so grey
Under a heaven so fraught
4
Unknown foe in roaring machine
Must attack from overhead!
Out of the sun unseen
Fire! He's hit! A fiery ball of red
5
Victory roll and casual wave
As over the field they roar
Engines growl and tyres scream
As into land they came
6
Hit's reported, damage seen
"I saw him go down "Was the claim
Aeroplanes repaired, ready to go
To fight the Fight once again
7
This I feel and hear from my broken tower
As down I look at the runway overgrown with flower;
To reality I am returned
By a voice with eyes to young to see
'Grandpa, can we go home for tea '?