by Alison Beverley | Sep 23, 2014 | Poetry
I sit alone in my own world For I know for me that the clock is ticking Its endless movement through time Till I shall be no more. My crime you ask? I failed my task I ran instead of fighting. They called me a coward They stripped me of my rank. They could do no more...
by Alison Beverley | Jun 30, 2014 | Poetry
On Flanders Field The Graveyards grew. The Larks sang and flew Where gunfire was all they knew Row upon row Rank upon rank, The crosses, the headstones march Across the land that almost sank Beneath a sea of death. People visit an awe and wonder The vision of white a...
