I don't usually do consecutive days on the same subject, but thought you would be interested in the sort of trouble I get myself into. This is the WW11 pillbox or gun emplacement that I struggled to get in and out of. Notice the hawthorn bush in front of the entrance that I had to clamber through.
They were often built along river banks so that they could fire at the Germans as they crossed the water, fortunately they never invaded the UK so that there are hundreds of these all over the country.
Now this could have been my final resting place or tomb but I would have been upset that they couldn't fix a headstone on the top because of the solid concrete, the words could be:
"Here lay Lady Magpie, looking through a crack,
She squeezed herself in, but couldn't get back"
Mind you they could always hang a sign on that tree that says "The Magpie is here, but do not feed the birds" That tree must be 70 years old as it wouldn't have been there when the pillbox was in use, it now blocks the view from one of the slits.
Thank you for all your comments and FAVS yesterday, hope I gave you a few laughs.
Great poem and nice to see the place of your adventure from the outside. I loved your spider story on your blog - I can completely understand where you were coming from as spiders are my biggest phobia.
April 24th, 2016
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