by Alex Roissetter | Oct 29, 2008 | Poetry
The weight of him on our shoulders, The faint whiff of gunpowder smoulders, It’s almost as if my lead bearing heart, Would stop with this solemn task. We step in, out, in, out, in, out, These timings are not a shout, To the tune of the bagpipes playing, To attention...
by Alex Roissetter | Oct 29, 2008 | Poetry
The honour has left the spire, Of the nation that was proud to be, The island of the golden empire, From shore to wondrous sea. There is no one left who knows it, No on has that sweet taste, For it has fallen into the pit, And has cracked and crumpled into waste. The...
by Alex Roissetter | Oct 29, 2008 | Poetry
It’s been a year to the day, But I feel so alone and far away, From snow and stockings on your mantle, My boots are filled with sand to my ankle. They say it’s that time on the news, But we’re still wearing helmets on the loose, Your decorations are a’hangin, But...
