RAF Finningley

My bicycle leaned
Against the fence
It had a bell
Just in time
They came

As Mulciber roared
Once so did they
Steel birds of death
Trembling
Wondrous

They soared by the rage
Of Olympus
With god-like grace
Hovering
On high

First gear took the strain
Of youthful push
Chain tightening
Wheel turning
Good bye