by Anne-Marie Spittle | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
I stand here in the uniform they gave me when I joined I was the one who run to sign the papers and serve my country Now I am in a far off land that I cannot pronounce the name of And I wonder Is it my war? Is it my fight? Should I really be here? Then I remember why...
by Anne-Marie Spittle | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
See me march past with the others who remember, But not with my legs do I pound the parade pathway Wheeled am I for I am old But the memories do not die as my comrades did Little Tommy Tomkins the London Cockney Sparrow Died when his head got blown off And I saw it...
by Anne-Marie Spittle | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
The letter came and I wondered what to say As I held it in my hands As his father had made a promise to return to him that day I walked into his bedroom and I turned to him and said “My darling Daddy’s not coming home” and he looked up from his bed “I know that...
by Anne-Marie Spittle | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
Wave us off to our deaths The fresh faced children of your country What horrors will we face in lands of far away? Dare we imagine the fates that await us? We are all smiles and caresses And full of songs of possible triumphs The band plays and we feel unstoppable And...
by Anne-Marie Spittle | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
Flower heads sway as the battledress pass, Lemmings walking to meet their end Callow youth with ghosts of victories filling their heads Letters from ancient loves in pockets amass Like threads of a web to catch memory flies Pale parchment capturing the spirits of the...