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: WW2 Poetry
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...
The Call to the Land Poem by Gordon Geddes
See the poem as it appeared in ‘The Land Girl’ magazine here.
WW2 Poem: No Medals Will Be Won
Hilda Gibson wrote this before 6 December 2007 when the Labour Government announced that the wartime efforts of the Women’s Land Army and the Women’s Timber Corps would be recognised with the presentation of a special badge commemorating their...