Devil's Dyke

Photo:Devil's Dyke Railway date unknown

Devil's Dyke Railway date unknown

From the private collection of Kenneth Why

Photo:The view from Devil's Dyke

The view from Devil's Dyke

From the private collection of Kenneth Why

Before the Second World War

By Kenneth Why

There was something special about Devil's Dyke
Before the Second World War.
We would make our way to Brighton Station
For a train that runs no more. 

Mother would pack a neat little bag
Which held a thermos of tea,
With milk in a small glass bottle
And sandwiches for we three.  

We sat on the grass above the Dyke,
Close to some blocks of stone,
All that remained of an aerial runway
Long since dismantled and gone.  

Behind us the coconuts clung to their cups,
Defying the strong Sussex arm
Which delivered its balls with incredible strength -
But seemed to do minimal harm! 

We stood and we gazed at the wonderful view,
To the west, to the north, to the east,
Over acres of woodland, farm and field;
A truly remarkable feast. 

I never imagined, small chap that I was,
That this peace could ever be shattered;
But storm clouds were gathering unknown to me,
And our island would shortly be battered.  

We wandered, hand in hand, down the hill,
To the halt, where the little steam train
Stood waiting to carry us back to the town.
Would there ever be such bliss again?

 

This page was added on 22/10/2009.
Comments about this page

What a lovely poem Kenneth. Such great views from the Devil's Dyke: lovely place to be in the summer, bit windy in the winter.

By Maralyn Eden (24/10/2009)

I have a photo of myself and my Mother sitting on the grass at the Dyke, judging my age to be about 8 or 9, that would make it about 1933 or 34. Cannot send the photo as I have not learned how to do that, except by email.

Editor's note: I have mailed you about this Ken.

By Ken Burt (02/08/2011)

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