Suddenly I remembered

The Anderson shelter
It was very dark
I remember
At the bottom of the garden
A mark
and an arrow
She puffed
She was puffing
When she
opened the gate
Where It dragged horribly

Thats when she stepped slowly
Down the steps into
darkness
And dampness,
And out of the blue
Where
Would we be
In the dark with no one to help us
All i could think of
Was my dear mummy
We sat there together
It was warm
And then cold
She seemed restless
An alien world
To behold
Thats what I remember
A cold draughty place
I was rolled in the cold
I felt wrapped up, my face
I remember the shelter
Right to this day
That big pile of bricks
Very much in our way.

A big tin of oster milk
Sat on the table
The year 44
And I was just able
To see out the window
And what i saw
Was my mothers reflection
No part of this war

101 the number on the door
The biggest of crashes
I guessed we are at war
Bombs dropping down out of the sky
It was hard to breathe
But i wasnt sure why

Born i was born in April and I
Was looking straight up
Into the sky to number 99
When an plane whizzed between
I was there on the table
My eyes met with his
I saw the swastika
I heard the fizz
Of propellors a’turning
He looked straight at me
And was gone in a flash
The enemy.

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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