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The Aerodrome of Stowe Maries

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The Aerodrome of Stowe Maries

Stow Maries.


Wings of war like paper butterflies

once floated down upon this grassy plain

war machines of moments gone

honeysuckle and wild rose

now cling to silent buildings

empty shells of ghostly past

listen and hear within the broken walls

voices of those who came

to die.

a gentle breeze sings songs of

soldiers who sleep nearby

in churchyard graves

time passes and the horses hooves

race  along the fields

primroses, snowdrops and bluebells

rejoice in a better time

but soon the dark days of another war

return and bring the iron machines

from out the skies

as drone of planes

fills the springtime air

black gases and polluted wrath

bring death to flowers

while buildings come alive

with sounds of fowl to feed a hungry nation.

the winds of war retreat and

memories are brought to life

revived, restored,

and the airfield of Stow Maries 

like a phoenix lives again,

a different time and light

its past to never be forgotten.

In memory of those who died in WW I and II and used this aerodrome in Essex, England.



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  1. Date: 5/11/2009 9:14:00 AM
    Valerie. It is never to be forgotten, such a traumatizing tragedy such never be forgotten by anyone. Those who have never lived through it, those who have lived through it, and those who have died to never see after it. Such compassionate writing here, speaking with true vivid vocabulary that gives the scent of the poem this type of visually feeling that you are really there with those who have died and fought through. Fantastic poem... I read it twice. Love, Sami.