At the end of the runway, we waited, not long,
And then the two engines, burnt into song,
We gathered momentum not like a jet,
But graceful, and slowlyl, till airspeed was met.
Up from the tarmac we flew purposely,
To fly cross the midlands, Warwick castle to see.
My mind wandered back to years far gone by,
To Vienna, where kept these old planes in the sky.
We flew them to Belgrade and Budapest,
To Sofia, the U.K, and Bucharest.
Oh how the memories came flooding by,
I sat there with many a tear in my eye.
Not with fright or of fear, but the joy I'd been given,
By a wonderful present from Glenda and Stephen.