BOEING BOMBER, BARBARA JANE
The local folk now hear a plane,
quite low and circling round.
In thickening fog and driving rain,
can it not see the ground?
It surely has wandered off course.
For where was this plane bound?
Maybe landmarks it’s looking for
but hidden in the grey.
Then engine roar suddenly heard.
Now seems it’s on its way
and is returning to true course.
But then with some dismay
there comes an ominous silence,
followed by amber glow
up there on a nearby hilltop.
It is then that folk know
the reason for sudden silence.
No further will it go.
Some locals go to the rescue,
heading for amber light,
expecting carnage all around
from people on the flight.
With speed they must find the remains
for soon it will be night.
Then searching through the burning wreck
they find the crew alive.
The plane’s structure is torn apart
but all on board survive.
Seems it had flown into thick fog
with just a crew of five.
On the top of a Pennine hill
there crashed a bomber plane.
Lost in the mist it had no chance
in this hilly terrain.
The plane had left permitted course
and the crew were to blame.
(USAAF Boeing B17G, crashed
in Pennines in 1945. All five crew
survived. Bomber Plane, Barbara Jane.)
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2023
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