Monday 26th September
Crisp, dancing leaves
Careening across the ground
Chased by the wind
Making a whistling sound
Those whipped-up waves
Cavorting up the beaches
Covering sand
Towards the farthest reaches
Cold, pinched faces
With hair flying awry
Out for a walk
Mindful of the dark'ning sky
Love you both so much
Precious sons
xxxxx
Sunday 25th September
Everything looks the same
On the outside
All appears to be okay
But everything is different
On the inside
Some things are not okay
Love you both so much
Treasured sons
xxxxx
Saturday 24th September
Billowing clouds
Much smaller crowds
Break in the rain
Cannot complain
Out for fresh air
Wind in your hair
Love you both so much
Precious sons
xxxxx
Friday 23rd September
A kiss in the sky
My Angel on high
Left this world to fly
On clouds he does lie
Precious sweetie pie
I smile but I sigh
And try not to cry
Love you both so much
Treasured sons
One here, one there
xxxxx
Thursday 22nd September
A darkening sky overhead
Threatens with afternoon rain
Grey seeps into all colours
Trees shake with soft hewn pain
Love you both so much
Beloved sons
xxxxx
Wednesday 21st September
Worrying
Halts your adventures
Anxiety
Overburdens imagination
Doubt
Clouds your thoughts
Heartbreak
Changes your path
Grief
Gives perspective
Love you both so much
Beloved sons
xxxxx
Tuesday 20th September
Sunlight filters through branches
Dappling the ground below
Leaves turning ever golden
As the cooler winds blow
Soon detaching each leaf
For they dance to and fro
Love you both so much
Precious sons
xxxxx
Monday 19th September
During quiet thought
And contemplation
Recollections
Life's celebration
Love you both so much
Treasured sons
xxxxx
Sunday 18th September
Always looking
For the existence
Of awe and wonder
Give no resistance
Just be tenacious
With added persistence
Love you both so much
Precious sons
xxxxx
Saturday 17th September
My great, great grandmother
Lived to age ninety four
A Master Mariner's wife
Nearly blown up in the war
A German fighter plane
Strafed the beach and more
A high explosive bomb
Landed almost next door
Broken debris and glass
Covered her bedroom floor
Surviving this onslaught
A lucky lady, for sure
Love you both so much
Precious sons
xxxxx
The Cornishman Newspaper of September 3rd 1942
"DAYLIGHT RAID IN SOUTH-WEST
COASTAL TOWN BOMBED AND MACHINE GUNNED
Sweeping in at a very low level, their wing-tips nearly touching, two enemy ‘planes were responsible for a considerable amount of damage at a South Western coastal town on Friday afternoon. In addition to dropping bombs, the ‘planes indulged in both machine-gunning and cannon-gunning.
There was only one fatal casualty, whilst eleven people had to be removed to hospital, and there were several other cases which received attention at the first-aid post.
The damage to property was extensive, and scores of people have been rendered homeless. People were taken completely by surprise; so much so, indeed, that the ‘planes circled over the housetops for the first time, before beginning machine-gunning, some people waved to the pilots under the impression that they were British planes.
Crowds of people were gathered on the beach at the time, and it will never be known just why some of them were not killed by the bullets as the enemy planes raked the foreshore.
A bomb fell right in the centre of an open space – where four roads meet, with the result that it either brought down and completely demolished or at least badly damaged houses on every side.
The three houses to suffer the worst were not more than twenty yards from the lip of the crater, and they had come down like match wood.
NONAGENARIAN’S PLUCK
In a nearby house, her bed littered with fragments of broken glass and debris, lay Mrs. J. H. Carbines aged ninety. She showed the true British spirit by resolutely refusing to be removed after the bombing, though she was at last taken out of the stricken house. She suffered nothing worse than shock.
In all the houses nearest to the crater there were scenes of complete destruction, with all the contents of the houses jumbled together in an inextricable mass. The fact that there were not more injuries in this part of the town must be put down to the time which the incident occurred, when many people would be out shopping or on the beach.
The attack was the Nazi’s farewell, for they sped away out to sea, flying together almost on the water-line, and so passing out of sight, their days bad deed accomplished."
The nonagenerian in the report above, was my great, great grandmother. Mrs John Hooper Carbines, (1849 – 1943)
