Betty Winch, Marlow.

Was it sixty years ago,
We gathered round the radio,
To hear those words so loud and clear,
"War is over peace is here."
No more war planes overhead,
We could sleep safely in our bed.
No more blackout blinds at night,
To keep out every chink of light,
No more dreaded siren sound,
Sending us all underground.
The ration books would soon be gone,
Then normal life for everyone.
Our men returned from overseas,
We were so very proud of these,
Our fathers had been through hell,
So in peace we all could dwell.
Looking at the world today,
Don't let us throw it all away.