On 13th March 1941, German planes flew over Montrose to bomb the shipbuilding town of Clydebank.
We watched the skies,
saw the first dark shadows
like flocks of geese that could not flap
their outstretched wings,
heard the broken rhythm,
heavy heartbeats pulsing nearer,
thrum of death in the air.
Black crosses, black clouds
ready to rain.
One hundred and twenty miles west,
Elizabeth Walker, who is in her 80s, lives in Montrose, Scotland, where she was born. She has always been a great storyteller and, encouraged by her daughter, Fiona Ritchie Walker, has begun writing them down as poems and short stories. This poem is on display at Montrose Air Station Heritage Centre.
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One Hundred and Twenty Miles East © 2014, Elizabeth Walker: used with permission.
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