Lockdown blues 2.
Back to my Sea Harrier.
Seating the pilot in his seat.
That seems a long time ago.
Two explorers waiting for take off.
He has watched with patience through all the engagements
And seen pleasure and frustration as well.
At last departure seemed nearer,
But fifty or so decals loom.
Many carry warnings: Ejector Seat, Danger, Keep clear.
Take-off delayed, perhaps even cancelled.
Then RAF roundels speak of British grit.
But one gets damaged. A replacement arrives,
And yet another arrives to balance the formation.
Prolonging the progress to open skies.
The runway looks longer as we enter decal phase,
Would that the fifty were miles instead.
Derring-do for my pilot and new terrain for me,
Sights to discover, chance meetings, adventure,
And what’s round the next bend, and dare I hope,
A Hen Harrier in nature showing my Harrier cleverer tricks?
|Ready for off.|
July 2014 when I walked from home for The Viking Way.