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This little old house by Thomas Sims

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Scary Mary and Johnny By Malcolm Bradshaw

We come into this world with nothing – by Malcolm Bradshaw

 

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The coming of goose fair by Malcolm Bradshaw

Battle Of Britain – Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

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‘Never before in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so
many to so few.’
Winston Churchill 1940

The siren scrambles the spitfire squadron
Young pilots mostly in their teens
Rush to clamber into cockpits
Engines roar, and planes race down the runway
Rising skyward in battle formation.

Fear grips and some pilots want to vomit
Flying upwards they seek advantage of height
Above the slow droning German bombers
Targeting England’s cities and ports
Guarded by darting M109 Messerschmitt fighters.

‘ Here we go, ‘ radios an Aussie squadron leader
‘ Let’s give the blighters hell.’
And out of the sun with cannons roaring
Spitfires attack like deadly hawks
Twisting and turning as the savage dogfight ensues.

Sergeant-pilot Peter Duncan trapped
Tries frantically to free his jammed cockpit cover
But flames engulf him – – melting hands and face
The spitfire spirals to the ground
Exploding in a fireball ending the sergeant’s suffering.

It seems like yesterday By Gillian Sims

The tangled web by Gillian Sims

The wall By William Walker

Love – By Malcolm Bradshaw

Safari Ron Martin

The MIST BY MALCOLM BRADSHAW

VE Night – Then and Now – by Iris_Bruce

Following are two poems, the first written on 8th May 1945 by me, aged 11:

VE Night

I went to see a bonfire
On V night on a hill
The searchlights all were glowing
And all was bright and still

Then someone raised a mighty shout
‘Throw on some wood’ they said
‘Let’s go and bring the people out
To see the embers red’

‘Let’s let off lots of fireworks
Some yellow, Green and Blue
Some Catherine wheels and rockets
And rain of every hue’

The people sang the people danced
They threw wood on the fire
And many children saw entranced
That scene, their hearts’ desire

For some had never seen before
A fire so big as that
While fireworks and searchlights
They made a union jack

And when at 4 o’clock next morn
The crowd went down the hill
And dawn was breaking far away
That memory lingered still

by Iris Aspland, aged 11

Sixty years later, and now a bit older, written on 8th May 2005:

VE Night

I’m going to see a bonfire
A bonfire on a hill
To celebrate VE night
The memory lingers still

It’s 60 years ago now
And many things have passed
But those celebrations left
Impressions that will last

We’d never seen a firework
Or pretty coloured rain
The only rockets that we knew
Inflicted deadly pain

We’d seen the dockside burning
Incendiaries in the street
But to dance around that bonfire
We thought a wondrous treat

The searchlights that had chased the planes
Made patterns in the sky
The church bells, hooters, sirens
We heard on hilltop high

We sang and danced and laughed and cried
As we went down the hill
And dawn was breaking far away
That memory lingers still

By Iris Bruce (60 years on, and the poetry hasn’t improved!)

Our dog Pringle

Open your Eyes By Malcolm Bradshaw

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POETREE CREATIONS WISHES ALL POETS PAST AND PRESENT AROUND THE WORLD A HAPPY NEW YEAR AND ALL OF OUR FOLLOWERS

Fire place Native American Christmas music

IT’S SNOW BY MALCOLM BRADSHAW

CAROL SINGING RON MARTIN

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