Donald Meikle Poet I do not know?

Gerry's Here

Get up bring your book and blanket
Through the hall way cross
And through the kitchenette
Over  dark veranda  down the garden stairs
Enter the shelter and cuddle up wet
Feet in the bathtub ready to dive
Four  huddle and cuddle together alive
Shivering shaking and not from the weather
The wooden door’s shut and the sandbags are piled
Candlelight flickers on eyes going wild
Grabbing the book opening page
Clinging to riders in soft purple sage
Some of the words are easy to spell
Others emerge like a slow learning spell
Soon I am lost from the crumping and bumping
Riding a horse in a ten gallon hat
Till the siren’s all clear puts an ending to that
Back up the stairs under yellow red sky
Back into bed under covers to dry
Nowt now to worry we’ve dunnit before
Such a big boy now well into four
Hid under the covers
Learning to snore





This is a blast from the past
Nightmares were the first horses I rode
Almost into puberty
Every house and flat in Knotty Ash
 had a backyard bomb shelter
Further into the city they were
communal usually next to a tramstop
As were the cement water tanks
Covered of course to keep
them clean for the Home Guard
The memory’s as true as I can recall
America was purple

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