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Munich 58 (In Memory of Those Lost on February 6, 1958)

Phil Brennan

Thursday, February 6th, 2025

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Through winter’s breath and icy fate,
A dream took flight yet met too late,
Young hearts that burned with fearless grace,
Were lost upon the sky’s embrace.
Geoff Bent, a loyal soul so true,
A servant strong for the only club he knew,
Roger Byrne, the captain brave,
No storm could shake the heart he gave.
Eddie Colman, bright and fleet,
A dancer’s touch, so light, so sweet,
Duncan Edwards, fierce and proud,
A name that echoes through the crowd.
Mark Jones, a pillar, tall and grand,
A rock who made his final stand,
David Pegg, with skill so rare,
His grace now lingers in the air.
Tommy Taylor, bold and free,
A goal machine for all to see,
Billy Whelan, joy untamed,
A shining light, forever named.
Walter Crickmer, guiding hand,
The club he loved, the loyal man,
Tom Curry, teacher wise,
A mentor’s strength in hopeful eyes,
Bert Whalley, quiet, sure,
The heart of youth now beats no more.
Frank Swift, a keeper’s might,
A hero lost in endless night,
Donny Davies, with pen so keen,
A voice now silenced, once serene.
Ken Rayment, through the storm,
A leader’s will, a pilot’s form,
But memory holds what time won’t fade,
Their spirits live where dreams are made.
In every cheer, in every game,
Forever stands each cherished name,
For though the night took youth away,
The Babes still play in hearts today,
Their story told, their honour bright,
A beacon in the coldest night.

Notes

I wrote this in memory of those fallen in the Munich air disaster of 1958, Rest in Peace. Never Forgotten.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/munich-58-in-memory-of-those-lost-on-february-6-1958/