War And Remembrance - Ww2 - Pacific Battlefield Poem by Paul Warren

There was a rusty battered aeroplane wing on the ground
It had once been part of a fighter plane in the sky flying round
As part of the glory made of the American Air Force
When it battled the Japanese in their southern course

It had seen bravery and the death of many men
As it flew in pursuit of the enemy the sky to defend
Of fighters and bombers in battling for the air
Until one day its turn to lose came in the battle despair

The returning pilot flew his aircraft to the base
And on landing on the field it lost its final air race
For it crashed and burnt after bringing its pilot back
Being swept up and placed near the dump on the track

And now when you go to the Pacific War airfield
The war and it debris will finally to the jungle yield
The ground back to nature as the memory fades
A rusty memorial to old battles and glory made.

© Paul Warren Poetry