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Ghosts That Whisper in the Breeze (In Memory of the Busby Babes – February 6, 1958)

Phil Brennan

Thursday, February 6th, 2025

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The engines roared, the snow fell white,
Through winter’s grip they took their flight.
A team of promise, young and bold,
With dreams of glory yet untold.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 But fate was cruel, the sky grew black,
The third attempt, no turning back.
A final breath, a shuddered call,
Then silence as they met their fall.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The twisted steel, the frozen ground,
The echoes lost, no cheering sound.
Red shirts that danced with skill and speed,
Now ghosts that whisper in the breeze.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Though Munich wept that frozen day,
Their spirits rise in red array.
In every chant, in every cheer,
Their memory lives, year by year.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 For time moves on, yet still they stand,
As legends woven through this land.
The Busby Babes, forever bright,
A flame that burns through endless night.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Rest in peace, Busby’s Babes.

Notes

I am not a United supporter however I was born in 58 and I am a football fan that believes no one should ever go to the match and not come home. Rest in peace, Busby’s Babes and all those that lost their lives following the air crash.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/ghosts-that-whisper-in-the-breeze-in-memory-of-the-busby-babes-february-6-1958/