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Summer, 1939



 



It was a lazy afternoon



Under a skin damaging sun



As they lounged under a brolly 



Smeared in sun blocker factor 91.



The air so still and silent



You could imagine up above



The rustle of silken wings



As angels massed in love.



The ice in the bucket



Made a sloshing sound



At each bottle broaching,



Having so quickly melted down.



Wine and summer sunshine.



A sensation of tasting twice



As each mouthful washed down



A bite of watermelon slice.



That summer of thirty nine



That it seemed would never end



That afternoon spent loving



That very special friend.



But at the back of each mind the



Thought there may be no more



As nation threatened nation and



They'd slipped inexorably into war.



An afternoon to be savoured



As it could be their very last



But if they survived, a memorable



Day from a very uncertain past.



Thunder rolled around



Lightning flashed everywhere



Until after storm rain brought



Freshly washed clean air.



 



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Summer 1939