The World War 2 planes came back
Flying low, as to attack
Don’t know why I felt so sad
Seeing them there in vintage clad
Of an era I know not – True!
But heard tales from those who knew
They claim they fought till mornings dawn
“all them others – long since gone”
I watch the men who rode those planes
walking gently with their canes
Old Spiced up in fresh ironed shirts
with looks of pride and deep, deep hurt
Don’t know why I like to go
to see those planes and watch the show
gets me centered – don’t know why
and when I leave, I always cry.