Whenever I see them ride on high,
Gleaming and proud in the morning sky,
Or lying awake in bed at night,
I hear them pass on their outward flight;
I feel the mass of metal and guns,
Delicate instruments, deadweight tons,
Awkward, slow, bomb racks full,
Straining away from downward pull,
Straining away from home and base,
And try to see the pilot's face,
I imagine a boy who's just left school,
On whose quick-learned skill and courage cool
Depend the lives of the men in his crew
And success of the job they have to do;
And something happens to me inside
That is deeper than grief, greater than pride,
And though there is nothing I can say,
I always look up as they go their way
And care and pray for every one,
And steel my heart to say,
'Thy will be done.'
Beautiful and well penned poem with lovely rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.10/10
Allotey Abossey.. why don't you try to understand WHO is the Author of the poem before writing such comments? Sarah Churchill passed away c.33 years ago..
Well written Sarah, I love the organization and style. The message well communicated. God bless you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice expressions of wars