One last stop before I go:
There’s a place I’d come to know
From some movies that I’ve seen,
And it’s called
“The Boneyard”
Where old aircraft come to die
In the desert, side-by-side,
To be retooled, or maybe
Scrapped for parts
But here dignity is lying,
The magnificence of flying
Lingers after
Stillness hits
The heart
I always find the images of these magnificent machines, in repose, sad.
It’s a very emotional place.
An amazing place and a great post