A work in progress. Some of the spelling are deliberately '' wrong '' , so has to use the English used in my locality.
That's , what I thought at the time
As I stood on the cliff top , looking towards France , you could just
See France , on a clear day , that week France woz so clear
The sound of thunder , broke the still , quietes of the day
Could be seen , lots of smoke in the distance from France it came
As I stood there looking , a bloke came stood beside me
He said nothfing , fore a while
Out of the corner of me eye , I saw he looked , fine , well normal , like
His left arm , eye , nose , lips and all , had a walking stick , apart from that
He looked fine , like normal , nothfing a miss
Then he spoke , I don't fink he noticed me , at first , like
'' Pore bastards , pore , pore bastards '' , woz all he kept saying
'' It's only thunder mister '' , '' It aint raining , likely '' '' it wont be so bad ''
'' And it's thundering in Frogy land , mister '' '' and they keep it over there ''
'' THUNDER , THUNDER! '' , '' YOU FINK THAT'S , THUNDER! , BOY!''
The bloke said , said to to me , proper angry he woz , at me like
'' Them are the guns '' , '' a lot of men catching it '' '' dieing '' , '' over there ''
'' Blown to bits '' , '' some goner end up like me '' he turned to me like
I could plainly see his other side , his right side , woz a mess , a proper mess
Red , scared , right nasty to look at , proper 'orrible '' , made feel proper sick , like
The right of wot was left of his face , looked like a slice raw pork
He had no right arm , his right leg look kind of gimpy like , he sure needed his
Stick
'' How old are you are you boy? '' , '' I'm 16 mister ''
'' Well , boy '' , just hope they get that fooking war over , before they come for
You ''
Two years , past , then they came fore me ,sent me to France , November , I
Copped it on the last day of THAT WAR , shell landed , blew me up
Took me arm me eye , ear , and half me face , leg as well
I stood on the cliff top , looking towards France , as I stood there that bloke stood
Beside me again as he had back in July 1916, '' I see they came for you then ,
Chum ''
'' Yea '' , '' and a gun took away my right side , arm and all , just like you ''
'' Then we are a proper pair '' , he said
We both went silent , only the sound of the gulls , breech our silence
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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THE SOUNDS OF THUNDER
It were July 1916 , it thundered all weekThat's , what I thought at the time
As I stood on the cliff top , looking towards France , you could just
See France , on a clear day , that week France woz so clear
The sound of thunder , broke the still , quietes of the day
Could be seen , lots of smoke in the distance from France it came
As I stood there looking , a bloke came stood beside me
He said nothfing , fore a while
Out of the corner of me eye , I saw he looked , fine , well normal , like
His left arm , eye , nose , lips and all , had a walking stick , apart from that
He looked fine , like normal , nothfing a miss
Then he spoke , I don't fink he noticed me , at first , like
'' Pore bastards , pore , pore bastards '' , woz all he kept saying
'' It's only thunder mister '' , '' It aint raining , likely '' '' it wont be so bad ''
'' And it's thundering in Frogy land , mister '' '' and they keep it over there ''
'' THUNDER , THUNDER! '' , '' YOU FINK THAT'S , THUNDER! , BOY!''
The bloke said , said to to me , proper angry he woz , at me like
'' Them are the guns '' , '' a lot of men catching it '' '' dieing '' , '' over there ''
'' Blown to bits '' , '' some goner end up like me '' he turned to me like
I could plainly see his other side , his right side , woz a mess , a proper mess
Red , scared , right nasty to look at , proper 'orrible '' , made feel proper sick , like
The right of wot was left of his face , looked like a slice raw pork
He had no right arm , his right leg look kind of gimpy like , he sure needed his
Stick
'' How old are you are you boy? '' , '' I'm 16 mister ''
'' Well , boy '' , just hope they get that fooking war over , before they come for
You ''
Two years , past , then they came fore me ,sent me to France , November , I
Copped it on the last day of THAT WAR , shell landed , blew me up
Took me arm me eye , ear , and half me face , leg as well
I stood on the cliff top , looking towards France , as I stood there that bloke stood
Beside me again as he had back in July 1916, '' I see they came for you then ,
Chum ''
'' Yea '' , '' and a gun took away my right side , arm and all , just like you ''
'' Then we are a proper pair '' , he said
We both went silent , only the sound of the gulls , breech our silence
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 510 times
Written on 2013-05-04 at 22:16
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