A Christmas Message For 1941 (By L.C. Bonnell Pow) Poem by Andrew Wright

Dear folks at home, for a diversion,
I'm taking this modest excursion,
Into the realms of muse and bard,
Tho' it may prove a little hard,
Thus to continue recollection,
Of fact, fable and reflection,
From this outlandish spot.

I've seized upon this festive season,
As offering sufficient reason,
For this unusual lapse in rhyme,
How else can I explain this urge,
Which prompt the sentimental dirge,
It may be early or too late,
But here I have to trust to fate,
To bring it you at Christmas time.

Though not exactly sad or blue,
Of course we'd rather be with you,
(Alas we are not.)
So we'll pretend we have all these things,
The Yuletide celebrations bring,
No need to be assured by me,
We will do our best to make whoopee.

You at home must do the same,
And holidays with fun and game,
Carry on and don't forget,
There is a good time coming yet,
For us all to anticipate,
Harmony between each nation,
Re-united with friend and relation,
That final peace will recreate.

Meanwhile pursue your daily round,
Until the god of war has found,
We are no longer in his power,
But basking in a shining hour,
And telling him where he can go!
Lots of luck and ……. Cheerio!