OLD AIRFIELD.
I lie here still, beside the hill,
Abandoned long to natures will,
My buildings down, my people gone,
My only sounds the wild birds song.
But my mighty birds will rise no more,
No more I hear the Merlin's roar,
And never now my bosom feels
The pounding of their giant wheels.
From the ageless hill their voices cast,
Thunderous echoes of the past,
And still, in lonely reverie,
Their great dark wings sweep down to me.
Laughter,sorrow,hope & pain,
I shall never know these things again,
Emotions that I came to know,
Of strange,young men so long ago.
Who knows, as evening shadows meet,
Are they with me still, a phant