Red Step In the Blitz

- Drones abound the London sky Search lights stray and flick to something and nothing The bicycle dings its bell every sixth house As the warden swishes his front tyre left and right up the empty evening street The council house drapes of black and brown are shut tight regulation tight He's coming he's coming tape up tape up she shouts Don't want another fine for light The grub is ready at the back door for a quick dash to the air-raid shelter in the night Sirens whail and bellow and bomber engines humm in ever louder melts Fire fire and the engines leave the call centre and head the regular route to the city God bless em souls the dear old lady calls as she stirs the black current jam Whistling bombs and Stucker dives throttle and hurtle a miss But they land too well and devastate the docklands and the strip Hell's fire rages along the wharfs as fire-ships spray the warehouses Brave soles are they who stay out amid the descending droplets of terror Face the wrath of Germany's luftwaffe who continue to pour water and pull souls And morning cannot come fast enough for to French shores a retreat Arrival of Dawn and the last bombers chug away hasseled by the RAF And down descends a lonely Tommy ace one of our own bewildered lads Parachute wrapped and Tommy sitting on Sally's polished red front door-step Here are her two prides of joy: One sitting on the other; the live one her brother. (One of her biding memories of the London Blitz) Night time Bombing raid in London's fair City during Second World War