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This poem has been contributed to the People鈥檚 War Website by a volunteer with the permission of John Oakley and he is in agreement to the terms and conditions of the People鈥檚 War website.

Roll back the mist of time, my friends
To nineteen forty two
When Goering鈥檚 aircraft came to call
On Cowes and me and you

First they dropped the marker flares
To light out tiny town
With all the fires of hell unleased
As bombs came whisting down

The Blyskawica moored in Whites
Replied with shots and shell
Salute our Polish heroes
Who defended us so well

People in the shelters
Offered up a prayer
Deliver us O鈥橪ord this night
From carnage in the air

When the light of morning came
The sirens called all clear
Begin the task of cleaning up
And put away your fear

When you see our town today
So peaceful and serene
Did it really happen
Or was it just a dream

In garden sheds and attics
I know that you can find
Old gasmask鈥檚 and ration books
Mementoes of your time

Look on these with sadness
They young can never know
Your courage and endurance
In a war, so long ago

In memory of the Polish Warship moored at
J S White Ship Builders and the people of Cowes who came under attack in 1942. I wrote this poem based on my mother's memories.

By John Oakley

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