An old Pier bridge
Well worn planks
It was slowly wearing away
Planks creaked as he walked along them
With what was to come
They would yet see another day
Dark foreboding clouds
Were building up in the West
A glimpse of sunlight
Was still shining
He felt a very cold shiver
The calm, the silence
Would not be for long
Without knowing tomorrow
Tomorrow would be World War Two
It was something he could not yet fathom
But coming he knew it was
Two British small flags
Waving away in the sea breeze
They had been put on a small child´s sandcastle
He felt goosebumps all over
Lots of shivery cold
He walked into tomorrow very quickly
A war that no one wanted
Was still yet a story to be told.
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