| Biographical Poetry
posted February 19, 2020
Autobiograqphy Part II.
When joy erupted spontaneously, one fine June day,
with our enemies soundly beaten, peace again held sway.
But although peace reigned, life would never be the same.
As for me? Life became serious, and was no longer a game.
On July 23rd '47 I chose to serve my Country and Queen,
and donned a Naval uniform, in which I was proudly seen.
Next I was introduced to a tough,strict regimented routine,
which put an end to my devil-may-care life, as it had been.
My seven years in the Royal Navy, began that late July.
With summer at its peak, I endured days hot and dry.
Enlisting at HMS Raleigh, Torpoint, with 30 other men,
we learned of marching, seamanship and saluting when
officers were met. Some hoped perchance the Queen.
We also learned what to do, should the enemy be seen.
Basic training was a trial, in a summer broiling hot.
Testing stamina and mettle, of a gauche, lawless lot,
with little time for resting, for we had so much to learn.
Some before signing, had taken an about, homeward turn!
But me? I was a strong willed, country boy; a stubborn one,
Determined to see the world, I thought it a bit of fun!
After 9 months of drill I went to the Yorkshire base:
close by Wetherby. It was a bleak and dismal place,
When Winter arrived, with living quarters - damp and cold,
that caused me to wonder, if I'd see the day, I'd grow old?
HMS Ceres was the name, they'd given our training camp,
where I learned accounting, despite months, cold and damp.
Our billets were in a Nissen hut, built of thin steel and brick!
Resembling a pig hut, its walls were of steel - thin not thick!
Winter brought record snows. Falling days on end,
we became so drifted in, a plan was laid to send
for victuals, as food supplies became critically low.
But blocked roads, meant the plan was a "no-go!"
Eventually a farmer, avoiding snow blocked roads
tractored off to Wetherby, and returned with loads
of fuel and provender, to ensure that we survived
and continued with our training, until Spring arrived.
Later, when conditions improved, we took a look around.
Taking trips to Leeds, and close by, where a race course found.
Saw us slip - with caution, for patrols that patrolled the place,
through the broken surrounding fence, to watch horses race.
On passing our exams, our "Probationary" title was removed,
and when November 11th arrived, a week before I moved,
our Unit formed the Honour Guard, for the Annual Parade.
Taking place in York Minster, proving we'd made the grade.
End of Part II. Rhymer.
Continuation of my rhymed Autobiographical poem. November 1948 and the world awaited me, and I could barely wait to see it! An education in itself, without equal. Rhymer.
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