by A. R. Lewis | Feb 26, 2007 | Poetry
The road, tree lined, with grassy verge, Dappled in sun kissed shadows, A line of marching soldiers emerge, Keeping to the road, avoiding mined hedgerows. Then the shooting started, machine guns and mortar, Tanks rumbled, with flaring gun turrets, Adding to the two...
by A. R. Lewis | Feb 19, 2007 | Poetry
A nurse brave and true, In war accused of spying, Found guilty in a foreign land, Sentenced to be shot at dawn. She died a heroine to all.
by A. R. Lewis | Feb 19, 2007 | Poetry
The Weston spirit, a heart of gold, a crinkled chin. Forged together in a granite block. Born from adversity and untold misery. From the depths of despair to fulfilment of life. Bringing hope and purpose to all in need. We remember the scenes of ships on fire. The...
by A. R. Lewis | Feb 19, 2007 | Poetry
The Padre assembled the Drum Head Service, The stable yard the safest place. We sat on the ground, ignoring the frost, Listening bareheaded, showing true reverence. The first hymn sung, no music of course, The sermon followed, sensibly short, The Padre was also...
by A. R. Lewis | Feb 19, 2007 | Poetry
I gazed at the beautiful murals of Plas Newydd, Remembering the artist, the man that created Those striking vivid bright scenes. And then I recalled another such place Equally vivid, in a much darker setting. The small fields of the Bockage Country, Thick hedgerows...
