by Alan Parry-Booth | Jul 16, 2016 | Poetry
In the Belgian town of “Wipers” We were all held down by snipers The Germans were dug in along the road A bullet then hit Ivor Our leading lorry driver And the truck had overturned and lost its load. Right away our Q.M.S. Sent a squad to clear the mess And organised a...
by Alan Parry-Booth | Dec 12, 2015 | Poetry
There was panic in the valleys As he story filtered through That our pit was due for closure And there’s nothing we could do. Our way of life in Ystrad Was known for miles around As a warm and caring village Where the men worked underground. Our choir was plauded...
by Alan Parry-Booth | Dec 2, 2015 | Poetry
There was panic in the valleys As he story filtered through That our pit was due for closure And there’s nothing we could do. Our way of life in Ystrad Was known for miles around As a warm and caring village Where the men worked underground. Our choir was plauded...
by Alan Parry-Booth | May 5, 2015 | Poetry
So they signed a bloody armistice In nineteen-forty-five And the soldiers all came home again Those which were still alive. Our army was in tatters Reduced to very few And the P.M. called the cabinet To see what they should do. Discussions seemed quite endless And...
by Alan Parry-Booth | May 6, 2014 | Poetry
Last night I had a visit from a very pretty alien She said her name was Xeba and from the planet Gaelian I always had imagined that aliens were quite heinous But Xeba was delightful, a perfect pocket Venus. She lay beside me in my bed, discarding her chemise And...
