Zeppelins |
Above: The Graf Zeppacumber!
Welcome to
my website about one of the most
amazing of man's creations:
Including some of the artefacts in my personal collection.
Aloft at natures every whim.
The odds on these fragile craft
surviving,
With hindsight, perhaps, seem very
slim.
But flew they did in spite of danger,
Sailing in an ancient way.
Twelve bags of gas, a silver finger
Ruining Isaac Newtons day.
The Hindenberg A
Nazi symbol,
Plied the trades across the sea.
People gasped at its adventure,
And queued to sail in luxury.
A Ship of Dreams
youd hear them whisper
As she dropped her Lakehurst landing
ropes.
Soon St Elmos Fire began to
blister
Her gleaming sides of silver dope.
Endless seconds it took to turn,
Dreams into flames, from stem to
stern.
Boiling girders falling, turning,
Helpless people, jumping, burning.
Before the world the Airship died.
No longer do they grace our skies.
Those left were quietly broken up,
Made into pots and pans and cups.
Now in this age of jets and
electronics,
The Ship of Dreams seems
far away.
Somehow though it seems ironic,
That planes kill more people every
day.
Though our dreams of adventure, still
remain,
Somehow even dreams can never
be the same.
Guy Smith. Oct 1999
Visit the first online Museum
Link to
Zeppelins 1914 -
1918. L31
L32
L33
L48
Link to
Zeppelins between the Wars.
Web design by Guy Smith: guy@trenchmap.com