Piloting Daddy’s Buick ( Poem )



I would pilot Daddy’s buick

It was my Lancaster true

Hoodycloak my airmans’ tunic

Bomber commander in the blue

Sat high on his thigh

Lets climb the sky!

Legs wide on his lap

His arms safety strap

Let’s take off he said

My fists to gear shift sped

Then wheeled with delight

Yanking gear shift at right

Then shudder and shake

Caused by hands in full take

For some grinding screech

Put Dad in full speech

Son that’s your first crash

Put the keys on the dash

You’ll need some flight learning

To become more discerning

Or something such said

Thank God we weren’t dead!

About the author : Wally du Temple

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