Nineteen Forty-One Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Nineteen Forty-One



Forty words:

Enemy fighters hovered over

the Southern Cliffs of Dover.

We heard the bombs coming down

across the raided town...

Oh what horrors could be told

but 'hush' ~ put these on hold,

because much happiness

waits in line in Autumn 2009.

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Joyce Hemsley

Joyce Hemsley

Portsmouth England
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