Sunday, January 23, 2011



This is a poster, one of three,
Issued at a time of adversity.
At the time of their printing the British Isles
Were only a matter of a few short miles
From devastation and despair.
Hitler was in France 'just over there',
And he was viewing the other side
Over the Channel, which was hardly wide!
From near where I lived I could view the sight
Of French headlights flashing in the night!
With many others I was sent
To safety far away from Kent.
Then Britain waited for the War
To reach the step of its own front door.
France had been conquored by 'the Hun'
And we knew we were the following one!
The posters lay ready to be displayed
And preparations were quickly made.
Then, quite surprisingly, it started......,
The Battle of Britain! The Lion-Hearted
Young men gave their lives on high,
Sweeping Hitler from the sky.
The War still had many years to go
Before we saw the last of the foe,
But the fear of invasion never returned,
And Hitler's plans had been truly spurned.
So this blue poster was never needed!
It's cheerful message never heeded!
The posters slowly moulded away,
And it seems that none are left today.
And yet I think it was rather fine!
A lovely crisp and clear design.
The repeated use of the little word 'your',
Would have made one feel one could cope with War.
It's a little piece of history
That could have worked, so it seems to me.


Malcolm and Max

And is it so very long ago
My Grandad and I walked along just so?
Was I the one so near the sky
Shouting out 'I high! I high!'
And did I feel so great and grand
Yet still in need of a helping hand?
And will that little hand, one day,
Help his grandson along the way?
And will his shadow walk behind
Bringing the shadowy past to mind?
And when, in time, we all are gone,
Will our shadows walk on and on...........................?



Rather a lot of family photographs today as my cousin's son, Mike, is visiting us from the U.K. (his eighth visit!) and I want his sister, Ruth, to see the photos back home. We went round to Greg's place for morning coffee, and we were delighted to discover that little Max is recovering from his fear of the water. He's only been relaxed for about a week and he still won't put his face in, but he was having great fun this-morning with a floatation device on. Harry is absolutely at home in the water, but that's the difference between four and six.

Already getting a tan.

'The Olds'

Harry, the old hand.

Michelle, looking charming.

High Jinks (and a tan!)

Two Fine Figures!

Goggles and hat; a determined Max.   


Darlene said...

The message on the poster was certainly true. The courage, humor and determination of the English people turned the tide and we (along with America) won the war.

It's nice to see family photos. It make our blogging friends come alive to us. Thanks for posting them.

Winifred said...

What great poems.

Yes the Battle of Britain kept us free. We owe the RAF a massive debt.

Lovely family photos.

Pie said...

Lovely photos. You have a beautiful family.

My Blue Monday.

SmilingSally said...

Those were scary times; I'm glad you reminded us.

Happy Blue Monday, Brenda.

Gengen said...

Good poem and you have a nice family. Happy blue Monday.

Donnie said...

Great poem and I enjoyed all the family photos.