[Kitty]

I tend to associate this one with the flyboys as I got it from a book on local aircrashes. Always brings a tear to my eye.

Let Them In

Let them in Peter, they are very tired
Give them the couches where the Angels sleep,
Let them wake whole again to new dawns fired
With sun not war and may their peace be deep.

Remember where the broken bodies lie
And give them things they like, let them make noise,
God knows how young they were to have to die
Give swing bands not gold harps, to these our boys.

Let them love Peter, they have had no time
Girls sweet as meadow wind, with flowing hair,
They should have trees and bird song, hills to climb
The taste of summer in a ripened pear,

Tell them how they are missed, say not to fear,
It’s going to be alright with us down here.