by Andy Cook | Dec 24, 2007 | Poetry
Barley and rye sway in the breeze no more A poppy stands tall – alone –a monument in this field of misery. Where a soldier fell in the Great War Scarlet petals now bask in the golden rays of sun, Soaking up the glory of the summer’s day; No more fighting where the...
by Andy Cook | Dec 21, 2007 | Poetry
Alone I stand nothing to do but stare At this barren land laid so bare. Splintered trees lean over squalid trenches Shadows of their former selves – the proud orchards That covered this once beautiful rolling land. Nervous eyes peer over muddy mounds Listening...
