Garreg Goch by Arthur Cole

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This is a poem written by Arthur Cole 'In memory of the six Canadian airmen who lost their lives on the night of November 1944, when Wellington Bomber MF509, crashed onto the 'Garreg Goch' hillside.

 

'Garreg Goch'

Snow covered peaks, nature's extremes,

shrouded in mist, cold mountain streams.

Lush green valleys, a Welsh paradise,

in the blink of an eye, a castle of ice.

Many have perished, over the years,

loved ones heartbroken, so many tears.

Crash sites adorn, this pleasant land,

inclement weather, dealing 'death' hands.

'Garreg Goch' is now, a pilgrimage site,

wreckage adorned, a Wellington's last flight.

MF509 that day, crashed and burned,

six souls on board, never to return.

They set out that night, on a routine flight,

engine trouble, iced wings, fast losing height.

Shower clouds hampering, they would not abate,

'Garreg Goch' hillside, was their deadly fate.

The Brecon Beacons, a jewel in our crown,

don't take for granted, harsh weather renowned.

That fateful night, seventy two years ago,

six of Canada's finest, Beacon's weather their foe.

 

Copyright: Arthur Cole (88) 2016.

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