Craning my torpid neck, Needing to check traffic On my left I pushed Some and guessed the rest; Arriving at my destination At last I'd passed Through one more test, But not as self-impelled As I had hoped. Was it luck? I hoped not, but if it Was I'd had quite a lot. A small airplane passed Overhead. I remembered Sitting with a spotting book Watching them pass during World War Two. I was nine Or ten but interested in what We were doing, flying Overhead to become Ready to fly over there. What was done Near me furthered Our fight against the Germans and the Japs, Whoever they were, Whatever they had done. I longed to become older So I could fight them too. --- This email has been checked for viruses by Avast antivirus software. http://www.avast.com