The Unreal And The Sane

The unreal versus the real As a toddler, there was a war on, not that I noticed, there Was a German camp nearby and I was their mascot let me sit On cannons and their enormous horses, they also gave me Chocolate and slices of bread with strawberry jam; so far my War was idyllic. Reality! There were shoots in the night, and the camp was lit up Russian prisoners had tried to escape and sot for their attempt On my walk I came across dead Russian, I knew they were gone They had been my friends too, and snow was falling. A big German took me in his arms and carried me home I Think I had been crying; he told me it was a dream and to forget it. Stillness, yeas the stillness is what I remember no farmers were out The land was empty. I didn`t visit my soldiers anymore preferred to play with the dogs in The back yard I wanted to go home to my mum and just as peace broke out I was sent home from the farm and witnessed the jubilation of People who had been occupied for five years; and it was the beginning Of cold winters and scarcity, they bore with forbearance.