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In Print 05

MORNING RUN

Original Work by P. Rogers, 3B

The tine has come and off I go,
Striding away in sun or snow
Must keep the pace up all the way
- Hot work in the month of May!
Keep on running, struggle on,
But now the flat, straight road has gone,
For I turn to the left up a nasty hill
But I must keep that pace up still.
Now it's fine for a little time
But again the road begins to climb -
Up and up a steeper hill,
- Must keep that pace by power of will.
Legs like lead and tiring now,
Beads of sweat running down my brow
Which I with a kerchief begin to mop
Until my run comes to a stop.
What a lot of worry and fuss,
Just because I missed the bus.
I must have looked proper fool,
Thinking I was late for school!

NIGHT BOMBER

Original Work by C. Thirtle, 4C

As darkness creeps across the fields,
The engines splutter first, then roar;
The great plane rolls away, and lifts its wheels,
Then heads through dusk for the distant shore.

Five hours later the pilot sees the target far beneath;
The run is made, the bombs now fall,
And smoke rises like a wreath
As beneath, the leaping flames consume all.

Caught in the searchlight's beam, the plane writhes,
As does the eel when caught upon the hook.
Torn part by flak the plane yet tries
But all is lost, now they at death must look

There on the ground what harm is done,
That wreckage there does lie,
To be revealed by the rising sun?
How many men must die?

1961 In Print Magazine

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