Memories
A former WAAF Wireless Operator
So we watched the springtime pass,
And summer gild the meadows deep
In buttercups as calm-eyed cattle
Wandered knee-deep in the grass;
And we watched the hot days sleep
In lazy mists among the hills,
And listened nightly to the roar
Of bombers riding out the light
And life seemed boring
When we spent the night
Pouring over the sqeaking set,
To watch the morning come at last,
And know that all were safely home
When the long hours had passed.
