The year was 1942 and the war in Europe
raged on relentlessly.
Each day men were killed
in battlefields far away.
In a sleepy little hamlet
tucked deep in the Wye Valley,
in a converted shed behind his home
Professor Robert Hogarth worked
in his makeshift laboratory.
His hope was to develop a stimulant
to make plants grow larger and quicker,
thus helping with the food shortage.
Outside the storm clouds gathered
extinguishing the light of the sun.
In the distance, there were rumbles
as the thunder began to roar.
Hogarth worked feverishly
on his latest experiment
as it was almost done.
A pain shot through him,
he gasped and gave out a short cry.
As he fell, he knocked his experiment
across the wooden floor.
The container holding his latest experiment
shattered and its contents leaked
through the floor spilling over everything beneath.
The flame from his Bunsen burner
began a fire that raced out of control.
Flames licked around the building
charring everything in sight.
To be continued…
As I said in my message I decided to search the internet for information on this man before commenting on your poem. Haven't found anything! ...So... I am going to sit back, read and enjoy this mini-series of yours, David. This first episode is intriguing and I can't wait to get to part two. Love, Fran xxx
David, you have whetted my appetite with your fascinating tale. I must read on... love, Allie xxxx
What will happen next..Does he live to tell his story? Does His experiment get lost for ever or left in the ground to chage some unexpected being? WHO KNOWS? ...............ONLY DAVID KNOW.....MOooooaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Can't wait to read the rest
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I see an epic unfolding and yes, looking forward to moving on.... so convincing indeed that our Fran google-searched, and she's no fool! t x