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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527699" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bombsite Conversation.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fay sat beside you <br>on the concrete stairs <br>of Banks House <br>looking out <br>into the Square </div><div style="margin:10px 0">where young girls <br>played skip rope <br>or boys having toy guns <br>reenacted WW2 <br>taking no prisoners </div><div style="margin:10px 0">firing noisy cap guns <br>and Fay said <br>where shall we go? <br>where do you want to go? <br>you said </div><div style="margin:10px 0">away from the noisy guns <br>and skip rope games <br>she replied <br>and so you both got up <br>and went out </div><div style="margin:10px 0">into the Square <br>and down the slope <br>the morning sun <br>blessing your heads <br>she in her summery dress </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of yellow and orange flowers <br>white socks and sandals <br>and you in your grey tee shirt <br>and jeans and battered <br>black shoes </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you walked up <br>Meadow Row <br>between the houses <br>on either side until you turned right <br>by the public house </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and onto the bombsite <br>behind the greengrocer store <br>and there you both sat <br>on the remains of a wall <br>looking around the ruins </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and wild flowers <br>growing between bricks <br>and broken concrete blocks <br>and Fay said <br>I wonder who lived here </div><div style="margin:10px 0">when the bombs fell? <br>what did they feel? <br>you studied her fair hair <br>tied in a bow <br>her blue eyes </div><div style="margin:10px 0">scanning the scene <br>the white and yellow flowers <br>the weedy green <br>scared I guess <br>you said </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would be <br>she said <br>my mum said <br>she hid under <br>the dining room table </div><div style="margin:10px 0">with her niece <br>where she lived <br>when the bombs fell <br>and there was the sound <br>of bombs falling </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and explosions <br>and bangs <br>and people calling <br>and children crying <br>you said </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fay put her arm <br>under yours <br>and squeezed it tight <br>and lay her head <br>on your shoulder </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and she whispered <br>I'm glad we <br>weren't here then <br>glad we were born <br>after the War </div><div style="margin:10px 0">me too <br>you said <br>and she squeezed <br>your arm tightly <br>some more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q>
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on the concrete stairs 
of Banks House 
looking out 
into the Square 

where young girls 
played skip rope 
or boys having toy guns 
reenacted WW2 
taking no prisoners 

firing noisy cap guns 
and Fay said 
where shall we go? 
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