Jonnie Comet8 March 1997
I wandered in one summer sweet,
Quite pleased to find the lawn so neat;
The place stone quiet, I alone
Sat down before my father’s feet.
I told him what was on my mind, 5
And he made answer, of a kind;
Our mutual sentiments thus known,
I left refreshed, and he, resigned.
And as I strolled out ‘neath the trees,
I heard the Flag snap in the breeze; 10
Some distant warbird’s [i] noble drone
Gave anxious obligations ease.
For I know well these aged men
Who served in wars’ dark horror then,
Despite all threat to breath and bone; 15
Their valour e’er inspires my pen.
I owe them all a greater debt
Than humble beds can meet, and yet
Amid the grass, and trees, and stone,
Like Daddy, they abide, well-met. 20
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l. 11 - warbird - affectionate nickname for a retired military airplane –JC