THE FINAL RUN

by

Sam Clues 1999

(Portsmouth FGC 80 & 85)

Dedicated to ALL Field Gunners across the Globe

One ton of metal
Over one ton of years
Has plenty of memories
With even some tears

 

The Field Gun tradition
Is ceasing to stride
But gunners the world over
Will always feel pride



All crews have performed
With fine efforts abound
And always the public
We never fail to astound



Out, Back & Home
Were the Trainer's demands
So to keep each run steady
We'd obey his commands



On all of the tracks
The dust will now settle
And soon the equipment
Will be rust covered metal



So what of the summers
From this year on
There'll be little to do
Now that Field Gun is gone



Re-unions will follow
With that I am certain
But will many turn up
After this final curtain



Earls Court is ending
There's no new domain
We must find a venue
So the race can remain



The arena's now empty
And each crew is done
So sadly no more
Will we see the 'Gun Run'



Now the crews will be waiting
For the bugler's tone
To send them forever
On that final RUN HOME!

 Sam Clues 1999

 

 

 

 

 

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