Time Trap

This is the place, this rural scene,

This field of corn, and meadows green,

Now I recall the distant days,

When aircraft stood, where the cattle graze

Standing here, I am aware,

Of strange vibrations in the air,

Developing until I know,

The airfield sounds of long ago.

Once again the booming roar,

Of the Rolls Royce Merlin 24,

Enchanted sounds, which changed their course,

To radio voices, and bursts of morse.

Where the billets stood, in far off days,

A gramophone, an old tune plays,

A crooner sings, across the land,

To the music, of a long dead band.

Now as suddenly the sounds are gone,

Only memories linger on,

Just the rustle now of waving corn,

For the sounds are back, when they were born.

Lonely fields, and empty skies,

The cows look on with their gentle eyes,

Watching as I turn my face,

Away from this deserted place.

In this old lane of memories,

Saplings then, are now towering trees,

But whatever I now leave behind,

There is a time trap in my mind.