BLACK AND WHITE DAYS
BLACK AND WHITE DAYS
When I think of my childhood back at home,
I remember it mostly in monochrome.
In the second world war, when times were austere,
I don’t recall much colour there.
Only nature provided the brightness we saw.
(Mother Nature knew nothing of war)
When I look at photographs of the day,
They are black and white, with a touch of grey.
But, although those dark days of war were a trial,
For the camera, we somehow raised a smile.
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