Wednesday, December 2, 2015

England in August



War was over, just
It was summer 'forty-five
Holiday called us

We went to Hastings
By train on the Sussex coast
England in August

Barbed wire was all gone
Air raid shelters still in place
Digs a mile from beach

I had no swimsuit
Kids couldn't bathe in the nude
Not that I could swim

Costume was makeshift
Under vest sewn up down there
(If you understand)

Wet it reached my knees
Lackadaisical parents
Were poor as church mice

Wartime was now past
I even had an ice cream
How good was that then!

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10 comments:

  1. Poverty is often more a feeling than actual circumstance (not to dismiss those who experience actual, grinding poverty) - if we are given the mindset to enjoy what is that is truly wealth... an uplifting and joyful poem...

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  2. lovely places to know here.
    the imagery is dynamic.

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  3. Like what Jae said about being poor.... Feel of new life coming, anticipation of happy world - in this poem.

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  4. It just goes to show that poverty isn't the same as worthlessness.

    This is a beautifully drawn scene with lots of great nuisances.

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  5. Some things are more important than money by far. You captured the feeling beautifully.
    http://weaverandwaterbearer.blogspot.com/2015/12/imminent-disaster.html

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  6. The happiness could not be imagined. War was a disaster. Nice to have fun when it ended.

    Hank

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  7. The happiness could not be imagined. War was a disaster. Nice to have fun when it ended.

    Hank

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