JANICE AND THE CATAPULT 1956A Poem by Terry CollettCHILDREN IN LONDON IN 1956Janice held Benny's catapult in her small hand and taking a small stone from Benny's held out palm. She fitted it in the pouch and taking the pouch between her fingers she pulled it back towards her chest and closing an eye. Where shall I aim it? she said. Aim at the tins I have put on the wall of that bombed out house Benny said. She looked at the tins and aimed. I can't see the catapult end she said. You have the wrong eye closed Benny said. She closed the other eye o I see it now which tin? Any tin he said. She pulled the pouch back as far she she could and then released it. The stone whizzed past the tins and hit the wall behind with a clatter. I missed she said. You did he said. Shall I try again? She said. He handed her another stone and she put it in the pouch and pulled back and aimed then released it. It hit a tin side on and sent it spinning out of sight. I did it she said. You did he said. She jumped up and down excitedly and handed Benny back his catapult. He smiled and went and got his stones over the low wall finding the tin. He mused on Janice and what her gran would say if she knew the catapult being (as far as she was concerned) the big sin. © 2017 Terry Collett |
AuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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