| The Airfield
I lie here still, beside the hill, abandoned long to nature's will.
My buildings down, my people gone, my only sounds, the wild birds' song
For my mighty birds will rise no more, no more I hear the Merlins roar
And never now my bosom feels, the rumbling of their giant wheels.
Laughter, sorrow, hope and pain, I shall never know these things again
Emotions that I came to know of strange young men so long ago,
And in the future should structures tall, bury me beyond recall,
I shall still remember them, those wide-spread wings of my flying men.
W Scott
From p316 Voice from the Stars by Tom Scotland |