The article on the bill that just passed the state senate calling for the Port Authority to conduct a study on aircraft noise is long overdue. Although I now live out of state, I was raised in Williston Park throughout the 1960’s. My mother, a poet, was so distressed by the aircraft noise that she penned this poem:
Oh the roar of the jets ore’ Long Island
Is a curious, furious thing!
My look-alike house,
where I live like a mouse,
it invades and pervades on the wing.
But out on the beach,
The sea within reach,
Resentment is watered with glee!
As I ride a big wave,
muted pilots behave,
like they secretly want to be me.
Eileen P. Manley
Written early 1960’s
I know she is smiling from on high to see this problem addressed.
Elizabeth Manley
Aberdeen, North Carolina
