Night of fear in rhyme and reason
TODAY is the 67th anniversary of the Sheffield Blitz, a night of fear and terror that those still living will remember. This is my true story in rhyme of the two dreadful nights of December 12 and 13, 1940.
Night of Fear and Terror
The year was 1940,
The 12th day of December.
We'd had a happy day at school,
Made trimmings, I remember.
The night was cold and frosty,
A full moon shining bright.
How could we know what was in store,
For us, that fateful night?
At seven, the wailing sirens
Gave all of us the warning,
A night of fear and terror
Would be with us till morning.
"That's a dog-fight in the air,
We must get out of here",
Said dad, then grabbed both mum and me.
The noise filled us with fear.
The screaming of the falling bombs,
Then every mighty crunch,
They're hell bent on destroying us
Old Adolf's evil bunch.
Lucky us, we did survive
That 12th day of December,
The night of fear and terror,
Those still living will remember.
Beryl Heathcote,Thopre House Rise, Sheffield S8.
Beryl's poem is too long to print in full here. But if you want to read the complete version go to www.thestar.co.uk/memories
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