[BITList] BoB Poem

[John Feltham]

90 year old Eileen Saunders, wrote this poem as late as 1974.

No doubt witnessing the events of 1940 had a profound effect on her.

At the time, Eileen was building dummy/ decoy Hurricanes at a  
furniture factory in Hailsham, East Sussex.




Combat over Britain


in the distance, coming nearer

You can hear the faintest hum,
Of the dreaded Nazi warplane

Aerial combat just begun
Nearer, nearer, low the noises

Of the cannons deafening roar,
Tell in no uncertain gauges

We are in the grip of war.
Up there, high, so high above us

See then wheeling, rolling round,
Knocking, banging, at each other

Some will end upon the ground
Fighting there with bright and shining

Britain's youth - plus iron will,
Hold their own, though they're outnumbered

Surging forward to the hill.
Watch the swirling vapours curling,

 From their engines, through the cold.
What a pattern they are making

Showing they are very bold.
But at last the conflict ceases

Spitfire has routed Hun,
Hurricane has chased the Nazis

Hitler now is on the run.
And when many a hitter battle,

Has been fought, and blood been split
When the cream of Hitler's Luftwaffe

Really does show signs of wilt,
Then the day was not too far distant

When the bells did for us peal
We all sang the song of victory

And thanked God for nerves of steel.


March 1974. Written on thinking of Battle of Britain in 1940. (by  
Eileen Saunders)


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