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Moonlight Sonata
In November 14 1940 500 planes of the the German Luftwaffe bombed Coventry City centre.Their code name for this operation was Moonlight Sonata. Edna Viner was an off duty probationary nurse.
A lovely starry moonlit night
with extra incandescent light.
Parachutes with chandelier flares
Edna Viner sits and stares.
Alighting from a city bus
bemused, blinking, what’s the fuss?
Air raid sirens howled, moaned
“I bet it’s Birmingham" she groaned.
“Not here I hope, it’s my night out
my one and only drinking bout”
Then calling in to see her friend
her leisure time, soon to end.
At once the symphony began
coventry reacts to Hitler’s plan.
Incendiary bombs clatter down
like Christmas lights all around.
Buckets of sand douse the flames
ladies help in human chains.
Searchlights probed the sky around
fire engine's bells resound.
The sharp bark of Bofor guns
the glistening sweat of Coventry’s sons.
High explosive bombs thud down
to shake the heart of this boom town.
Fire watchers on roof tops high
silhouetted against the sky.
Buildings seem to leave the ground
bricks, mortar, spewed around.
The old Cathedral gets it next
as if deserved of no respect.
High explosive bombs come first
then when the lofty steeple bursts.
Showers of incendiaries fall all round
blackening the very ground.
Just one great wall of searing fire
for those inside a funeral pyre.
Cov and Warwick's hospital now
all the staff survived somehow.
They worked all night, did their best
still 520 were laid to rest.
In November 14 1940 500 planes of the the German Luftwaffe bombed Coventry City centre.Their code name for this operation was Moonlight Sonata. Edna Viner was an off duty probationary nurse.
A lovely starry moonlit night
with extra incandescent light.
Parachutes with chandelier flares
Edna Viner sits and stares.
Alighting from a city bus
bemused, blinking, what’s the fuss?
Air raid sirens howled, moaned
“I bet it’s Birmingham" she groaned.
“Not here I hope, it’s my night out
my one and only drinking bout”
Then calling in to see her friend
her leisure time, soon to end.
At once the symphony began
coventry reacts to Hitler’s plan.
Incendiary bombs clatter down
like Christmas lights all around.
Buckets of sand douse the flames
ladies help in human chains.
Searchlights probed the sky around
fire engine's bells resound.
The sharp bark of Bofor guns
the glistening sweat of Coventry’s sons.
High explosive bombs thud down
to shake the heart of this boom town.
Fire watchers on roof tops high
silhouetted against the sky.
Buildings seem to leave the ground
bricks, mortar, spewed around.
The old Cathedral gets it next
as if deserved of no respect.
High explosive bombs come first
then when the lofty steeple bursts.
Showers of incendiaries fall all round
blackening the very ground.
Just one great wall of searing fire
for those inside a funeral pyre.
Cov and Warwick's hospital now
all the staff survived somehow.
They worked all night, did their best
still 520 were laid to rest.
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