Childhood Memories-Put Out That Light Poem by Mary Mc Creath

Windows are covered,
Not a chink of light,
Was able to escape.

If this happened,
You would create a target
For the bombers, hovering, above.

Inside our habited cocoons,
We waited, with bated breath,
Fearfully, for it, to be over.

'Put out that light',
Booms a voice,
from the street below.

We dashed to our two windows,
To check for a chink of light,
In case we were the culprits,

After an hour or two
the siren came,
Danger was averted for another night.