Muriel,1941 Poem by Wild Bill Balding
Muriel,1941
You forgot if it was day or night
until you breathed the blitz-burnt air
outside at watch's end.
Weather, seasons, all the same,
duty was duty,
you grinned and bore it,
and kept on pushing
counters across a chart
unthinking, unfeeling,
except when the counter
stood for his convoy,
en route to Singapore,
and you were not
allowed to tell him
you knew where
he was ending up,
though,
in fact,
you only
thought
you knew.
A look into the past when the world was at war, was Muriel somone you knew I wonder, a very captivating piece of writing, thanks, Lynda xx
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5/6/2024 10:33:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
how im glad to not have live trough such rough years, excellent writting btw! Please check out some of my work if you do have time, i started writing little time ago and just found this website around 2 days ago, id be glad to have more rating and perhaps a comment. Thankyou, Kilian.