Libation Of Tears Poem by Christopher Tye

Libation Of Tears

Behold this woodland and think what it's seen,
Generations of men lost in wars,
The estate workers sent to the Great War,
Nether to see their homeland again.

Then during World War Two all the bomber crews,
So many lost from the three airfields,
Three airfields whose planes flew over you,
And the planes who crashed into your trees so close to home.

All the ghosts of lost souls gathering on moonlight nights,
Around the crash sites your trees shield,
And the memories of loved ones long gone,
A peaceful woodland full of life and death,
As ghosts in the winding stream wander.

By Christopher Tye