Gilbert Frankau, "Eyes in the Air"

Eyes in the Air Our guns are a league behind us, our target a mile below,And there’s never a cloud to blind us from the haunts of our lurking foe–Sunk pit whence his shrapnel tore us, support-trench crest concealed,As clear as the charts before us, his ramparts lie revealed.His panicked watchers spy us, a droning […]