The Blues
When the British borrowed the Blues
from their American cousins
enhanced the genre, reshaped it cried it
the whole world took notice.
The Sixties a generation born
within the conflict of the second world war
endured the aftermath,
city after city, town after town
with avenues of bombed shells of what were buildings,
rubble once an entity of one’s
relatives now reduced to a sanctuary of
wandering ghosts.
With every day commodities diminishing
the daily grind of queuing soon becoming
a national necessity,
this proud land now a realm of the
ration book, to signify a place of not so plenty
a coupon for this, a coupon for that.
While one’s pride channelled into the rebuilding
a populous scarred, physically mentally
took solace when their children broke out
and eulogize in the glory of
‘The Blues’
© Harry J Horsman 2011
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