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The old airfield; Your say.

I lie here beside the hill, abandoned long to nature's will My buildings down, my people gone, my only sound the wild bird song My mighty birds will fly no more, no more will I hear the Merlins roar Never more my bosom feel the pounding of the aircraft wheel From ageless hills their voices cast, thunderous echoes from the past Yet still in lonely reverie, their great dark wings sweep down on me Laughter, sorrow, hope and pain, never to know these things again Emotions that I came to know, of strange young men so long ago At times emotions need a boost, until my birds come home to roost Often with their shattered wings, broken tails or missing springs No more runway or motor pool, replaced by houses, shops and school Yet memories of long ago remain KEN CHESTER, Middlesbrough
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Title Annotation:Features
Publication:Evening Gazette (Middlesbrough, England)
Date:Oct 28, 2010
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