Stories & Poems by Owl

• Hornet Moth - a story of an old aeroplane for young children

  I am a small biplane aircraft and this is my story. I think I can already hear you saying, “Just a minute, aeroplanes can’t talk or write”. That is quite true but over the years we old wooden aeroplanes, like old ships and houses seem to absorb into their structure some part of the atmosphere in which they have existed. Every now and then, if we are lucky, we encounter a human who is sympathetic to the atmosphere around us and can attempt to tell our story as we might do if we could. I am now in a museum and a year or so ago it was visited by an old man who  flew me back in those days when I still smelt of aircraft paint and hot oil and petrol. He recognised me at once and I remembered hi...

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