A.T. 30 lies in the siding.
Above her cold grey clouds lie, silver-long as she.
Like a great battleship that never saw defeat
She dreams: while the pale day dies down
Behind the harbour town,
Beautiful, complete
And unimpassioned as the long grey sea.
A.T.30 lies in the siding.
Gone are her red crosses – the sick that were her own.
Like a great battleship they never saw defeat
She waits, while the pale day dies down
Behind the harbour town,
Beautiful, complete….
And the Occupying Army boards her for Cologne
Carola Oman
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