Tonight, I received an email from someone who had read my Cub story. It has been a while since I’ve heard from a reader, so it was nice all by itself. But this gentleman was also seeking information about a poem he knew, a poem about the star of my story, the Piper J-3 Cub. The poem begins thusly (the copy of which was included in his email; I assume he knows it from memory, and I can understand why):
Remember when we pressed our face,
against the fence that marked the place,
the place where the airplanes came to rest...
the ones we liked the best?
Not the liners silver and grand,
that roared away across the land….
not the bi-planes spinning high,
the ones the men all liked to fly.
We liked those little ships on the end,
and to us they looked like a friend.
And it thrilled us, you and me, as we gazed at the old J-3.
The poem is entitled “The Old J-3”, but the poem’s author remains a mystery. But this gentleman who emailed me said there are several more verses to this poem, and I for one would like to read them.
If anyone has any additional information about this, I’d love to hear it.