Poetry

Airscrews (Eric Thake)

Airscrews by Eric Thake.

Per Ardua Ad Astra

They were born to fly –
Fly upward to the stars;
To loop and turn and dive and climb
Around the throne of Mars.

This was their heritage –
The young Australian men –
To hold within their valiant hearts
A splendid cause; and then

To work, and fight, and die,
If this the cause must ask.
And we who hold their cause as dear,
We also have our task:

The desk, the store, the bench –
Far from the throne of Mars –
Yet these we know, because with them
We struggle to the stars.

– Section Officer D. M. Blakers

From The Library.

To The Parachute Section

  To The Parachute Section

Will you remember when you are folding
Each silken ‘chute and pack,
We who wore them for a little space,
Who smiling passed, not turning back.

Will you stay those nimble hands a while,
To see us in memory passing by,
Who passed here in our toiling,
Upward and onward to the sky.

For those who on their outward journey
Went beyond the far-off clouds,
Sleep softer ‘neath the far horizon,
Pillowed on those silken shrouds.

So when the last long day is passed,
Long after the last flight’s run,
After the last ‘chute is folded,
With peace and the setting sun,

Remember, we knew you in our passing,
For in the heart of everyone,
We knew you stood beside us
With each task a job well done.

 – ‘David’

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