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








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