POEM FOR WINSTON CHURCHILL 2002
Dear Winnie - How we loved you!
You Confounded the Cynics - and
Put to shame our doubts and fears,
And a cowardly yearning for a peaceful death to war.
To not become involved -
“In our time”
“Not in my back garden”
We had parents to love and
Holidays to take -
And May Queens and Carnivals
And Glorious Guy Fawkes Nights
- And rhubarb and blackcurrants
And beets and potatoes to grow
- In my back garden.
Not nightmare things like air raid shelters -
Not in my back garden.
And we screwed our eyes up tight
And shut out rumours blown across the channel -
And pinched our noses against
The stink of burning bones.
It could not be - never
Not in our back garden.
You saw us through and cheered us on -
And tho’ we voted Labour
You weren’t our Doctor Fell
For we did love you well.
Our dear prophet - Winnie
Knew, and still knows Glory,
And in his own Land -
Thank God in our Back Garden,
- And in his Own Back Garden.
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