Place of Ghosts
By Rex Polendine who flew from Elsham Wold.
Listen, listen can you hear
That whispered sound so very slight
And feel again a long shed fear
As day gives way to moonless night
See beyond those misted trees
Weed choked and crazed our ruined bay
Where power surged on nightly breeze
And I hear again this fading day
Surely I am not alone
To sense and feel the pulsing air
And now a rising higher tone
And look I see them over there
Shadows tipped in red and green
I count them as they pass me by
Numbers more than ever seen
Myriad pinpoints drench the sky
Can't you hear, don't you see?
Think and you will understand
These sights and sounds can only be
The passing of the Lost Command