A small boys view

story poem

 

 

A small boy’s view.

 

The air raid sirens wailing cry.

Search lights criss crossing in the sky

Searching for the enemy

That we can hear but cannot see.

 

When they are caught in the cross beams

They’re targeted by ack ack teams.

Who aim to score a hit or two.

I’m glad to say they often do.

 

The gunners know if they get through

 the damage that their bombs will do

Fast fighter planes join in the fray

And show no mercy to their prey.

 

The bombers can’t evade the lights.

The gunners have them in their sights.

Streams of tracers mark the flight

 of shells which hurtle through the night.

 

To bring the bombers down in flames.

Part of the nightly fun and games.

We watched instead of taking cover

We stayed until the raid was over.

 

Then went to bed quite happily.

Where we were supposed to be.

Sleeping peacefully in safety

Instead of sneaking up to see.

 

The gunners showing off their skill

Although we were forbidden to.

We disobeyed as children will.

The skylight gave a perfect view

 

We drew the curtain to one side.

And watched the battles in the sky.

But we were wise enough to hide

The evidence, we did not lie

 

I’m sure my father never knew.

That we got up to watch the show.

Every night brought something new.

During the war so long ago.

 

I can remember vividly.

The damage that the bombs had wrought.

When morning came and we could see.

The results of a battle fought.

 

By deadly foes high in the sky.

 Too young to understand the war

We never thought to question why

Or what we were fighting for.

 

When I look back it seems unreal.

Almost as if it happened to.

somebody else. It makes me feel.

It could not possibly be true.

 

 

Wednesday,01February

2012http:/blog.myspace.com?poeticpiers

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[KAREN]

Perfectly penned! Love the rhyme and the flow.

[Donald Meikle]

Did my watching from the shelter door.
You've brought back memories and more.
Looking back is easier now?