The channel glistened
With
silver strands
Beneath
the early summer sun
Its
waves broke gently white
Below
the green topped cliffs of chalk
The
sky of azure blue
Was
clear and appeared limitless
But
on the distant horizon
Storm
clouds gathered
Though
these clouds bore no rain
And
would not bring a summer squall
Storm
and tempest were imminent
The
sky became filled with sinister formations
Like
foreboding flocks
Of
migrating duck or geese
But
these were not of natures sending
This
malevolent swarm
Scarring
the clear June sky
These
were of mans conception
Heading
for England’s shores
To
cross its wondrous tapestry
Spread
casually across the land
Like
a vast quilted patchwork
And
when upon this landscape
Easy
on the eye
Did
the bombs of evil fall
Shattering
the peace
Of
our rugged isle
Splitting
the earth
And
breaking bodies
Its
spirit did not break
Its
people stood firm
Defiant
in Satan's face
Withstanding
hells fire
And
brimstone smoke
And
spat in Hitler’s eye
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