A Gunners Day Poem by Hazel Connelly

With roar of engine in his head
Wishing he could stay in bed
Off to battle with a grin
Higher higher the air getting thin.

Over the water testing his gun
Enemy sighted here comes the fun
In his tail the gun starts to roar
His wing is hit still shoots as before.

Tail gunners are sharp and quick to learn
Some of them will never return
Look out fighters coming in low
They maybe ours don't shoot 'till you know.

Bombs away boys then turn back
There's the target now give it some flak
Planes going down exploding in the air
We think of loved ones then whisper a prayer.

The clouds reflect a distant glow
Gliding climbing to the heavens slow
Scarlet to the west that sets the sky
Coming in to land they heave a sigh.

© Hazel