Take a walk with me, I'm going back, To visit the days of the war, I was only a child, but I remember it still, I remember the things that I saw.
It was the siren that really scared me, The whining sound that was grim, I'd scream and scream, full of fright, Then our Mom would come rushing in.
"That's enough . . . come quickly . . . get dressed, To the shelter we must go, Hurry up . . . get your gas mask" I winced as I stubbed my toe.
The sirens were loud, I was scared, I held my gas mask tight; Mom got the tea and biscuits, Grabbed my hand as we ran into the night.
We tried to sing in the shelter, To take our minds off the bombs, You could hear them falling around us, As we prayed: "God, look after our homes."
Now we live in peace . . . or do we? Will there ever be an end to war? I remember - I remember I was frightened And still think of the things that I saw.
Bob Lowe,