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 serve..to fly..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.