<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Small Boys View</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The air raid sirens wailing cry.<br>Search lights criss crossing in the sky<br>Searching for the enemy<br>That we can hear but cannot see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When they are caught in the cross beams<br>They’re targeted by ack ack teams.<br>Who aim to score a hit or two.<br>I’m glad to say they often do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gunners know if they get through<br> the damage that their bombs will do<br>Fast fighter planes join in the fray<br>And show no mercy to their prey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bombers can’t evade the lights.<br>The gunners have them in their sights.<br>Streams of tracers mark the flight<br> of shells which hurtle through the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To bring the bombers down in flames.<br>Part of the nightly fun and games.<br>We watched instead of taking cover<br>We stayed until the raid was over.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then went to bed quite happily.<br>Where we were supposed to be.<br>Sleeping peacefully in safety <br>Instead of sneaking up to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gunners showing off their skill<br>Although we were forbidden to.<br>We disobeyed as children will.<br>The skylight gave a perfect view</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We drew the curtain to one side.<br>And watched the battles in the sky.<br>But we were wise enough to hide<br>The evidence, we did not lie</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m sure my father never knew.<br>That we got up to watch the show.<br>Every night brought something new.<br>During the war so long ago.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can remember vividly.<br>The damage that the bombs had wrought.<br>When morning came and we could see.<br>The results of a battle fought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By deadly foes high in the sky.<br> Too young to understand the war<br>We never thought to question why<br>Or what we were fighting for.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I look back it seems unreal.<br>Almost as if it happened to.<br>somebody else. It makes me feel.<br>It could not possibly be true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413481" data-title="A Small Boys View de Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg" data-description="The air raid sirens wailing cry. Search lights criss crossing in the sky Searching for the enemy That we can hear but cannot see. When they are caught in the cross beams They’re targeted by ack ack teams. Who aim to score a hit or two. I’m gl..."></div> </div> </div>

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