A Small Piece of Essex

 

Fortress by Weeley Bridge burning;

Wellington shattered, Point Clear.

Two Bostons - sleek virgins on transports,

At Boxted collided in air.

A Spitfire lies rusting near Walton,

With a Dornier not far away;

The Dakota that dived into Osea

Had only flown for one day.

Messerschmitt; plunged in a sandpit -

pilot disembowelled by a tree,

And the poor bloody Hurricane flyer

Who froze to death in the sea.

Heinkel shot down, crashed in Clacton;

Mustang - ditched out of reach,

And the Beaufighter, crippled by gunfire -

Burnt out, upside down, on the beach.

Their grave is a small piece of Essex,

Wherever we go, they are near.

So sometimes, stand still and salute them

- those young men who fell from the air.

 

 

Angus Dewar

8th March 2006