ramblings and things
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.
Summer 1939