A Drabble prompt from tumblr asked for by just-another-flygirl A Scott and Jeff Poem I do not own Thunderbirds.

A bird without wings.
His plane gone.
His hopes and dreams.
From life he'd withdrawn

Jeff looked upon his broken son
Wished he could help.
With all his money
His plans he now had to skelp*.

The year passed slowly by
And healed the wound
His family beside him always
In love kept him cocooned.

One day his father sat him down
Said 'Scott, it's time you knew,
I only want what's best for you,
It's time this bird flew.'

He opened the door
There was One
Scott's heart soared
His life had begun.

Now Scott had wings

He flew.

*Skelp: accomplish in a brisk and lively fashion.