1948 Poem by Phil Soar
1948
Whilst in the street the children played
In 1948
Years after the bombs were dropped
And just a little late
Debris all around us
Waiting to be cleared
Parents telling kids outside
There was nothing else to fear
At last a welcome daily scene
As kids enjoyed the days
And parents smiled, brushed tears aside
As all the children played
Thursday, September 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: history,kids,nostalgia,war
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