Ultimate Fear is:

Being 8 years old

Looking after two younger brothers

Alone in an air raid

Leaves rustling outside the window

Disturbed by unknown feet.


The engine roar

The silence before

The screaming fall

Of a Buzz Bomb

That scores a direct hit

On your building.

Little Fear is:

Calling for Daddy

Who is 3000 miles away

To scare the feet outside the window

Disturbing the leaves.

To reassure yourself

Your baby brothers.


by Richard Westland

Copyright © Richard Westland 2007                                                       

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