A Lubeck Memory
By
Bill Anderson  11th  Air Formation Signals, Lubeck 48

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.
For mighty birds will rise no more, no more the Pratt and Whitney’s roar.
And never now my bosom feels, the rumblings of their giant wheels.
Laughter, sorrow, hope and pain, I shall never know these things again.
Emotions that I came to know, of strange young men so long ago.
In future should the buildings fall, bury me beyond recall.
I shall remember them, those wide spread wings of my flying men.