Guns and Searchlights
Bright
in the night
ladders of light
pools
for planes in sight
Rumble
and grumble
the roar of the guns
splatter
and cracker
Yes I was young
but the fear of the gun
lobbing from Hayes Common
protecting the Biggin
lives in the memory
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