Watercolour, The Pram, courtesy of Avril Paton I watch the family push a pram Down where the sandy shore meets sea, Letting wee waves lap the wheels To gently lull their babe to sleep. Do they not see the ripple of waves Belch from skulking submarines? Black bomb barrels on manoevres, Periscope peeps of evil Nessies Murky monsters of the deep. Could they be living in a house Beside hills stashed with nuclear weapons? Taking their weans paddling an guddling By a crumbling nuclear power station? While city folk sleep in their beds Oblivious to the rumbling convoys Of deadly weapons sneaked by night. What aggressor inflicts this blight on Our bonnie west coast Riviera? Happy occasions, laughter

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