Underground, down in the dugout <br />when during the second world war <br />a siren wailed a last warning <br />before the darkest pall... plunging; <br />insecurity; screaming soon commenced <br />higher; higher it seemed to climb <br />human fear greeting the silence. <br /> <br />As hunger gnawed at his belly <br />a youngster decided to run <br />away up out of the shelter <br />in search of action and fun. <br />Wow! It was just so exciting <br />watching war planes in the night sky <br />as the enemy passed over <br />left behind, their lethal bye-bye's. <br /> <br />Far better than the cinema! <br />For these were Hitler's men! Pow! Pow! <br />And were really up above... BOOM! <br />With searchlights; chaos and mayhem. <br />He could see Britain was fighting <br />and his Dad was a soldier too <br />but Mum was down in the dugout... <br />from here; such a fantastic view! <br /> <br />When they got back he'd be for it! <br />Oh but couldn't care less right now <br />when the bombing left off in a <br />moment... get up, out on patrol. <br />As hunger gnawed at his belly <br />recalling the meal from last night; <br />that cat was really quite tasty <br />but what could they all eat tonight? <br /> <br />Taking off into the distance <br />with nothing to wear on his feet; <br />perhaps the house was still upright <br />people started to pass on the street. <br />As hunger gnawed at his belly <br />slowly turning to where he thought: <br />Was it here our home had been standing? <br />Must tell Mum we've been bombed out!<br /><br />Gillian.E. Shaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dad-s-childhood/
