WW2 Poem: I’m Prudence, the girl with the plough
I’m Prudence, the girl with the ploughI work on a farm down in BucksI love all the hens and the lambs and the cowAnd I think that the ducks are just ducks –I wouldn’t...
Category: Poetry (WW2)
WW2 Poem: I used to work in an office and someone called me Balmy
I used to work in an office and someone called me Balmy When eighteen months ago or so I joined the blinkin’ Land Army. There really is a lot to learn and I am...
WW2 Poem: ‘Today, I gather from the orchard grass’
Today, I gather from the orchard grassApples and Shrapnel – windfalls shaken downWhen angry gusts tempestuously pass. Tonight, above the dark surrounding town,Shellbursts and stars will decorate the skywith dangerous beauty, devastations crown.A lunatic...
