A Tiger Moth takes to the clear blue skies
Crowds hoped Red Arrows
were booked
Then there are ooo’s and
ahh’s and sighs
A Spitfire passed and up we all looked
Who could say, who could
know
How the turn of events
would go
A sunny day out at a local
air show
Looping the loop a Hawker
Hunter plane
Watchers below take barely
a breath
Then a fireball turns the
scene insane
When innocent crowds there
met their death
Nobody thought a tragedy
could occur
Waiting for the lights to
change as they were
As suddenly life and death
was a blur
A main road we have all
travelled along
A hundred or maybe a thousandth time
Car radio blares as we
sing a pop song
Did somewhere unheard a
death knell chime
Who could say, who could
know
How the turn of events
would go
A sunny day out at a local
air show
The old wooden Shoreham
foot bridge stands
Smothered side to side and
end to end with flowers
Floral tributes brought
there by shaking hands
Local grief growing with
the passing hours
Nobody thought a tragedy
could occur
Waiting for the lights to
change as they were
As suddenly life and death
was a blur
This poem holds my own thoughts and feelings about this terrible event that shook the community hereabouts to the very core. In the days that have passed since this horrendous event we have found that everybody knows somebody who was close by in the traffic, either just a way in front or behind, travelling in both directions. So many close calls when old Hawker Hunter plane looped the loop and crashed into the bust traffic on the A27 trunk road at the northern end of Shoreham airport. Eleven people died. It has pressed us to see that life if a precious gift that can be taken from us at any time.
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