V E Day

V E Day

‘This Is Your Victory’

Their voices were hoarse from the cheering but still they continued to sing.
A people united in triumph and a future that freedom could bring.
Crowds now gathered in thousands to listen to Churchill’s address.
Wearing his boiler suit proudly and the roars of approval expressed.

The victory belonged to the people a conviction so heartfelt and real.
As war had savaged a nation not once did they turn on their heel.
Three Lancasters flew over London, dropping their red and green flares.
With crowds transfixed in that moment, an answer to everyone’s prayers.

Trafalgar had seen nothing like it as the thousand of people converged.
Civvies and forces rejoicing, classes and ranks gaily merged.
Two princesses turned up to join them, now mingling in with the crowd.
A seething mass of humanity of a nation so stoically proud.

A conga was snaking quite cheery, gaining momentum and drive.
The faces of the people were magic, a hope that was coming alive.
They flocked to Buckingham Palace the volume of people was great.
‘We want the King’ they chanted and they didn’t have long to wait.

Phenomenal was the crowds’ sheer excitement as their King and Queen then appeared.
Seven times they came to the balcony to the sound of tumultuous cheers.
Two searchlights were shining so brightly above the dome of St Paul’s.
Victorious and bold was the message. Great Britain was never to fall.

The revelries and parties continued well into the depths of the night.
Even the rain and the thunder couldn’t dampen the revellers delight.
The White Cliffs of Dover were safe now and the bluebirds could fly overhead.
Little Jimmy could go to his room to sleep in his own little bed.

Teresa Harrison-Best

May 3^rd2020