Poem by Ady Chung Fong Yeung                 

                        All the pieces come back to me now
When a collected voice mentioned your presence
Starting off the recent news -
Officials said it was old.
It was then to be rebuilt
And so much was to serve the new.

                  I wondered
                  If you were a last but one antique
                  Invaluable, low-storey overall,
                  Massive complex ensemble, to coagulate a unique,
                  A barbed spear dangling outside the peeled-off wall;

                  Remember the patterned apertures on each floor
                  Round the corner of our climb on the staircase,
                  Overhearing footsteps near, from every fully opened door,
                  And the natural venting pace through the barred iron gates?
                  One moment of residence
                  Would presumably make the difference.

                Six in the morning I heard the planes soaring aloft
                To awake you and me, so low, so close,
                To and fro the old airport
                                All collections of these, and those…

Now that the airport has left and been rebuilt,
So have you, presumably for a better field

Ady Chung Fong Yeung