Outside the bombs were falling
I was tucked up warm in bed
Sirens sound to shelter
But I’m staying put instead
I won’t hide under tables
Or a doorframe by the stairs
My gas mask sat within its box
Like the many no one wears
The plaster on my ceiling
Now cracking round the light
Was falling like a dust cloud
And continued through the night
At last the bombing ended
There came an eerie calm
My bed fell to the floor below
But it kept me safe from harm
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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I cannot imagine what it must be like to lie in bed and hear bombs. I've lived in a very sheltered world. Thank you, David, for sharing these feelings with us and showing us there is a frightening 'other side' of life than what so many of us are used to. A '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn