Pre Blitz

In Liverpool I still recall

Before the nights of blackout fear

Trams clattered by my bedroom 

Flashing shadows on the wall

Back and forth like clockwork parts

Every  now and then

Disturbing all my gathered thoughts

To form them once again

I couldn't sleep

and counting sheep

Just did not work at all

So I invented friends and foe

To spend the time between the trams

In purple plains of Westward Ho

And in the morning  I awoke

Wondering where we'd been

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

another splendid insideouting, Donald