Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Evacuees' Big Day!!

A heartfelt blog today!
EVACUEES' BIG DAY!

The children who were children in nineteen-thirty-nine
Are gathering in London on this day.
They are meeting in Saint Paul's Cathedral to recall The War,
Even though they're all so elderly and grey.
And an old Lancaster Bomber will fly above their heads,
In memory of those so-dramatic times,
When the British Isles were threatened by the man with the moustache,
Who committed such demoniacal crimes.
And, above, you see the work of art created to recall
The terrifying trip each had to face,
When they were all uprooted from the families they loved
And sent off to some truly alien place.
And I was one of them, decked out in gas-mask and thick coat
A label round my neck to bear my name.
And none of us then realised the enormity of war;
To me it just seemed like some silly game!
And were I back in England I'd be at Saint Paul's today,
With all the other ancient retirees,
Remembering the dramas of so many years ago,
When we entered history as
EVACUEES.
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A child's-eye view here:

7 comments:

love120 said...

Hi, I've visited your blog and enjoy it. Success for you.

Sunny said...

My Mother used to tell me stories about the Evacuees from London that lived with them in Cornwall during the war.
You are certainly a part of history.
All the best.
Sunny :)

LadyFi said...

A lovely tribute. I just can't even being to imagine what it must have felt like for parents and kids...

Susan DeAngelis said...

I've never heard about the Evacuees before... very cool -- thanks so much for sharing.

Love the music, btw...
Smiles,
Sue

bettyl said...

I only learned of the evacuation when I met my in-laws two years ago. It must have been an awful experience. This is a great tribute.

Reader Wil said...

Hi excellent post! This reminds me of the time we were occupied by the Japs. I lived in Indonesia before the war. As I was Dutch I was interned in a concentration camp with my mum and sisters. My sisters were two and four years old, I was eight. We spent four years in prison.I wrote about it.

Kat said...

Share with you the tender feelings. The cropped moustache person had indeed caused such misery.