To Buck

Guest Poet: E. L. “Loyal” Covey

I don’t know how to word this,

I don’t know what to say.

Words seem so lacking,

Since God took you away.

Not long ago ‘twas easy,

To take a pen and write,

But poems have lost their meaning,

Since that dark September night.

I can’t express on paper,

What’s really on my mind,

But I know you’ll get the meaning,

From these words that I’ve combined.

I said before that God took you away,

But that’s only partly true,

In your wonderful lovely family,

He left little pieces of you.

In the eyes of your son, Joel,

In the smile of Michael Wayne,

In the heart of your wonderful wife,

And all over little Jane.

So, God was very generous,

When he called you to his side.

He left us all a part of you

That even time can’t hide.

And as I write it becomes hard

To get my meaning through,

I guess, perhaps, that it’s because

I’m getting help from you.

So as I gaze upon that night,

I no longer want to cry,

‘cause God was bidding you hello,

While you told us “Goodbye.”

E.L. Covey (Buck’s brother) 1950

     Captain Eulan “Buck” Covey was my Dad’s cousin. He flew a B-26 Marauder bomber in the European Theater during World War II. He completed over 50 missions earning the Air Medal with several oak leaf clusters. He stayed in the Air Force after the war, transferring to jet fighters. Buck was killed in the crash of his F-80A Shooting Star in September, 1950.

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