From Fir Tree Lane junction and the Straight Mile
Near where World War Two hand grenades were found,
They shut roads and placed a cordon around
So they could make things safe army style;
People were moved out of homes for a while
Taking all their pets, every cat and hound;
As warning cones were put down on the ground,
A real nuisance there was hardly a smile.
‘I can’t get my workforce in’ said one man
The cross owner of business premises,
But Margaret who’d lived there since forty one
Said ‘I’m not moving out at my expense,
If you’d been here in the war you’d not run
Or be frightened by this kind of nonsense!’
Sonnet by David Subacchi
First published by Poetry 24 – 18 09 17.