In Remembrance of 408 Squadron Members
When the geese come back in the Spring
And they learn that their friend has gone,
I wonder will they take to wing
And try to follow him on?
When they look for their friend again
As they’ve done in the years before,
Will they stay with us who remain
Or seek him the wide world o’er?
They loved him, the young and the old,
Wild geese and the whistling swan!
What then, when the flocks are told
The man who was kind is gone?
There were hunters wherever they flew,
And snares for the careless wing.
Now, they’ll grieve for the friend they knew
When the birds come back in the Spring.
Edgar A. Guest.