The evacuation of British and allied troops from Dunkirk is being remembered at the moment; my late father was wounded there and this is one of several poems that I have written about my memories of him.


Some talk of Alexander

In days of yore
When I was four
On Morecambe shore,
My father, stained in
Dunkirk blood,
Became Robin Hood.
On the bandstand
He tried his only hand
At a silly game
Where he had to aim
Dolly pegs into a jar,
And I saw from afar
He'd won me a car,
But had lost his war.






Poetry by Christopher Fernie
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Written on 2020-05-28 at 00:21

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Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
I love the Auden poem from which the title comes. And I love this poem.
2020-05-28