. the war house.
is published at I am not a silent poet
thanks to the editor Reuben Woolley
dug within for strength, without for vegetables.
tidy allotments for food. primroses came by post; my father.
war was declared before me.
they said that some hid in outside toilets to avoid the bombs. there were hits in bournemouth.
some dads dug deep for shelter in the garden. anderson, half buried. flower beds planted with veg.
peace times, families stored their potatoes , rather than waste. rationing continued.
i remember the implications, was told the facts later.
the war house & after.
we dig within for solidity, solidarity, power to continue. food is plenty.
in wales find they grew potatoes here. i have a photograph.
I still hide under tables.