Go-145

In a time of war, when skies were grey, The Gotha Go 145 would come out to play. A biplane of wood, with fabric so fine, It soared through the air, like a bird divine. With Luftwaffe pilots, it took to the sky, Training units relied on it, oh so high. Though outdated, it still had its might, A symbol of courage, in the darkest of night. As World War II raged on, fierce and loud, The Go 145 flew through the darkest cloud. A night harassment bomber, it became, Spreading its wings, in the name of its aim. Through the moonlit sky, it would silently glide, On a mission of stealth, it would not hide. With wood and fabric, it braved the fight, A testament to bravery, in the darkest of night. And when the war finally came to an end, The Gotha Go 145 had stories to send. A relic of history, a symbol of might, Forever remembered, in the children's delight. Random page: IMCY-0098