It's quiet now as I see it there
With fabric torn, and wings so bare.
It's quiet now with no engine roar.
No screaming speed, no raging war.
It's quiet now and I can see
Some holes in places they shouldn't be.
It's quiet now, the crew is gone
The guns don't fire, the battle's won.
It's time now that the war birds fight.
But there are those that join with delight
To bring them back for all to see.
They pinch and pry, they fix and free.
It's time that tears at the wings and tires.
But the gentle touch of a craftsman good
Will make it fly as it really should.
Nolan Julian
March 23, 1996
