A sonnet by Gary Polonsky
I just heard Vera Lynn recalling
Her singing to "the boys" on distant shore
While bombs were not so distant falling,
How else does one win a modern war?
Now, another anniversary,
Number 75, V-E Day,
I recall the first one, I was three,
Certain memories will always stay.
"We'll meet again, " Dame Vera sang,
"Don't know where, don't know when" - a promise,
Words of hope, as when church bells rang,
Not the time to be a doubting Thomas.
At one hundred and three, Vera prevails,
With the White Cliffs of Dover in her sails.
Written in Ontario, Canada - 10th May 2020
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