The Catalina

Yesterday, I saw the 'Catalina', flying proudly in a perfect sky, Then coming in to land, on a perfect sea, And I gave a little smile, and I gave a little sigh, For the memories came flooding back to me, Of that day in the bay back in 1953, When I saw that flying boat for the very first time, And I loved the way it moved, and I loved its great design, And I was just a little boy of nine. My father was a pilot in the war, Now he started reminiscing as we sat there on the shore, On that golden day, way back in '53, When we saw the 'Catalina' resting on a perfect sea. I learnt so many things about that special plane, For I had so many questions, and my father would explain, Of the 'Catalina's service in the war, And how it helped our heroes, on land and sea and shore. Now I watch the 'Catalina' resting on a sapphire sea, And remembering my father, and what he meant to me, And the time we spent together, sitting by the bay, And the 'Catalina' flying in, on that golden day.