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John Bennett
I am a reluctant writer, having not written anything until 2016, three years into retirement. Stories about my family were commonplace during my childhood and eventually I came into possession of the family archives, including papers, letters and photographs. There was also letters and documents relating to the correspondence between a father and son who eventually was killed in Crete in 1941. This now is a work in progress and will be entitled 'The letters', a very thought provoking story seen through the eyes of a man, who himself suffered undiagnosed PTSD from the first world war, in his compulsion to track down the resting place of his first born son. I have published my observations on the first lockdown, its an irreverent look at life, through hours of watching the world and neighbours go by! Other books are awaiting publishing, the 'Memories of a Kentish Childhood' is about my childhood growing up in a rural community in more simpler times. This will be out early next year, Sir Michael Morpurgo OBE has written the foreword! I write travel blogs, having visited the Caribbean many times in the last ten years, and Europe over the last forty years. I have a facebook page for those who follow social media, please take a look https://www.facebook.com/johnbennettauthorandblogger/?modal=admin_todo_tour I have a claim to fame, in 1977 I was the world champion for keeping two ferrets down my trousers, a record I held for over three years......what did I get? Free beer at the local pub for a year!

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Memories of a Kentish Village - A childhood in more simpler times
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In my Room long ago
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see

I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me

The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me

My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep

Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?

I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door

In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone

My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone
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