Replete with woodland’s banquet, now the flocks

Begin to gather for their winter break;

As trees cast off autumnal russet frocks,

A rustling blanket in the summer’s wake.

Then swirling, now transparent, now opaque,

A roiling cloud that stains the sunset sky,

Till all at once a shared consensus makes

A turn, to arrow swiftly up so high,

Without a backward look, nor pause to ...

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Remember Scarborough!

The day our town was visited by war,
we hardly had the time to ring the bells.
The bairns were playing on our golden shore
and savouring the fish and seaweed smells,
building castles of sand, collecting shells -
though these were not of molluscs but of steel -
and all at once a thousand blazing hells
fell from the sky with each chiming peel.
Remember Scarborough – ...

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