2 MAY 1952, Page 13

On Seeing My Birthplace From A Jet Aircraft

The nursery boast Among the teacups uttered, as the hunt Went squelching over fields of buttered toast: "Some day I'll fly about with magic power. Some day I'll wear a peak cap back to front And travel at five hundred miles an hour."

0 brave hallo'ing huntsmen, lost to me, While at five hundred miles an hour I fly. 0 boastful rattle of a nursery tea Lost while I cruise a new suburban sky.

Come, little ghost, Come, pressurised in this brief dream. Swoop down To justify the solemn nursery boast.

Follow the lost line of the magic hunt Over the butter-fields all turned to town.

Imagine that your cap's on back to front. JoHN PUDNEY.