Defending Dover, Defending Britain
Lying upon the ground,
On the white chalked precipice,
With their abdomens horizontally
Facing south.
A regiment of the Home Guard
Scours the Loegria Riviera
For signs of their terror taunting foe…
Then,
Out of the corner of his eye,
A soldier spots bogey planes at a five o’clock angle
Coming out of the fog and dark bulbous clouds…
“Jerries,”
They shout.
Then aim their riffles and missiles
In the direction of the planes of their foes
And fire at them…
Their foe
Fire back
And one of the regiment soldiers becomes wounded…
He falls...
His body twists and
Slowly drifts towards the green blur of the ground
As if a leaf from the canopy of a great oak…
The regiment then spot parachutes
Gliding towards a field behind them…
Some were ordered to chase them down
And shoot any enemy within sight,
Even from the air,
In mid-descent,
If they were able…
The soldiers complied
And raced towards the field,
With riffles in hand…
While another was ordered to take his fallen friend to safety…
An hour later;
The regiment celebrate their victory,
In a local tavern.
They also remember and praise the fallen soldier’s bravery,
With a salute of glasses,
A cheer
And then pat him proudly on the back.
Avoiding his wounded left shoulder,
Encased in bandage and plaster…
Then,
A final salute
To the might and pride of their country...
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War Poems: Muse to Remember - (By David Hurt)
PoetryPhoto by klickr.co.uk A selection of War Poems, by me, dedicated to the loss of all who met their end, during WWI & WWII. Loss of Civilians, Soldiers and Spies... Here is a sample poem. David Hurt's - Canaries Unsung heroines of war, fraught with...
