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Poem by Katharine Tynan
So now the aerodrome goes up Upon my father's fields, And gone is all the golden crop And all the pleasant yields. They tear the trees up, branch and root, They kill the hedges green, As though some force, malign and brute, Ravaged the peace serene. There where he used to sit and gaze With blue and quiet eyes, Watching his comely cattle graze, The walls begin to rise. What place for robin or for wren, For thrush and blackbird's call? Now there shall be but flying men Nor any bird at all. 'Twas well he did not stay to know, Defaced and all defiled The quiet fields of long ago, Dear to him as a child. But when the tale was told to me I felt such piercing pain, They tore my heart up with the tree That will not leaf again.
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