大象传媒

This story was added to the People's War Site by a volunteer from Radio Newcastle on behalf of Vera Kulkarni. Vera Kulkarni is fully aware of the site's terms and conditions, and this story was added to the site with her permission.

It was the hungering of Jarrow -
and true he strung his violin...
joined the March behind the banner
down the Old North Road to London...

The Shetlands, isles of clouds and seals,
the Aurora Borealis -
of wild winds, seabirds and rockpools -
our father's draft in the forties.

A Gordon Highlander - wartime,
a strange light and darkness chewed
his heart - with distance - the long miles
between his army life and you.

At leisure he made Christmas gifts -
fine threads to frame my photograph,
with moonlight he knitted spindrift,
a shawl of Shetland for his lass.

In stormy nights his voice would stem
temestuous tides with melody...
"Macushla, Macushla," and then "I'll take you home again, Kathleen."

And after, one by one, we three
returned - evacuees no longer -
demobbed, he travelled back to Shields
with Mack, his Scottish terrier.

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