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Running from school when the siren went,
no shelters were built, so home we were sent.
Filling the roads, running in sections,
Primary and Infants in all directions.
The thought even then, crossed my young mind,
If the planes come now what a target they'd find.
We now know that the bombs did not come,
The bombs would not fall, but the ports would have some.
Cardiff and Swansea and others hit flat,
The valleys escaped but we couldn't know that
There is one exception, worth to tell,
Clomp, clomp, clomp we heard, as they fell.
Mother flew down the steps, the children to see,
Under the table my brother my sisters and me.
Daylight showed they'd dropped on a hill,
Three craters. The "Peak". You can see them still.
That run from school stays in my mind,
Then wisdom prevailed, we stayed behind.
Poison gas too, with which to contend,
Gas masks in boxes, we practised no end.
As history shows, not all did survive,
Then victory at last in May forty five.

Ben Davies

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