The Evacuees!

The days are always hectic in the capital

offices and shops were open.

Jostled and pushed along in the crowds

as a visiting couple found.

Coming to see an evening show by train

excitement hard to contain.

 

A rare treat to come to the city for a show

wanting to enjoy the sites.

Into the big stores prices high so to browse

having coffee and a meal.

It was still busy but the crowds had receded

down sides streets proceeded.

 

Here there were just a few people and pleasant

strolling at a leisurely pace.

Wanting to observe less commercialised areas

when in front were children.

Like any school party they walked in single file

dressed in clothes of an old style!

 

There was an adult who followed from the back

on the same side as them.

Stopped and turned lined up at the kerb to cross

but no cars were in the street.

But a strange an unnatural chill and no chatter

something that began to matter!

 

It didn’t seem natural to be near silent youngsters

this made them feel scared.

Each had a box around their necks it was familiar

war-time images came to mind.

Visions of young evacuees that were made to leave

this was hard to perceive.

 

Then as each pair reached the opposite pavement

vanished through a solid wall!

After they had gone it became warm and noisy again

heading back into the hub.

Glanced back then up a faded sign said to the station

they went on to their destination!

 

Both still unable to take in what they had witnessed!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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  1. EEK! You certainly know how to send chills up one’s spine…Oh, where have all the children gone? Yikes…

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  2. Hi luggagelady. May I thank you for liking my poem ‘ The Evacueees’ and your very nice comment a true compliment. watch out for more chills. Take Care. The Foureyed Poet

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