Dust stood still against the old rubber tires,
Of the old metal plane, people would always admire.
Despite her shiny steel wings, she’d never move,
But she was in our hangar, so she’d have nothing to prove.
She wrote her fateful story, nearly 81 years ago,
In the heart of a world war’s chaos, fighting against our greatest foe.
She and few like her burned bright into today,
As the war smothered candlelight after candlelight
Leaving the world in dismay.
Decades have passed since her candle was lit,
So soft museum doors welcome her to sit.
Flocks of people still gather to admire
Her old metal wings and old rubber tires.
I believe this will continue to be so,
Because her candlelight still burns bright from long ago.
I am continually amazed by your creative mind! 😘