Medals on a bureau
Photographs in
A biscuit tin
A room thats cold in Winter
His body
Lying still.
The battles
Are long over
Though in thought
The aeroplanes fly
Silent as his body
A picture in his eyes.
Three days passed
With no reply
A veteran died alone
A hero of the sky.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: July 25th, 2025 02:53
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Comments6
Had to give this one a fave. My father a navigator for B-17s during WWII and many a tale he had of battle in the air and he too died in bed old but not forgotten. A lovely write
thanking you, appreciated, god bless your dad
You are most welcome, god bless all that serve
A very touching write of a man who gave much to so many, passing away alone, nicely done
appreciated, many thanks
You are very welcome
reminds me of my grandfather, whom I still haven't been able to write a proper tributary poem. Very moving.
thanking you, hope it helps in you writing a tribute soon, appreciated
Oh I am sure that it will! Thank you kindly🕊️🙏🏻
most welcome
BRAVO
most kind, thanking you
You're welcome
Damn.
hope you enjoyed, thanking you
Bring me to the many silent heroes fading away quietly... Thanks you for sharing!
thanking you, appreciated
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