Auntie Babs included amongst her war poems one which was dedicated to the airmen.

It is one of my personal favourites.

Our Airmen at the Front

Oh gallant heart – unconquerable spirit
Almost you seem omnipotent to me
Soaring through space in your chariot triumphant
Like some young God of old mythology.

Upward and on to the limitless blue distance
Through fleecy clouds you pierce your wondrous way
Gloriously fearless – ruthless foes pursuing
Poised in mid air like a monster bird of prey.

Hawk like you hover above fhe foes position
Swiftly returning on your giant wings
Back through the firing line with your information
Buoyant and young as are all bird like things

Oh valiant souls, you claim our admiration
Thus undismayed to face war’s fierce alarms
And when in danger may you feel beneath you
The sure support of our everlasting arms

Beatrice Helen Poole
May 18th 1915.

More next week.