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
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
I made the trip I know its late love But things have happened since you were gone The children grew up and had a family And we have Grandchildren now The war was hard On both of us my dear While you waited to be found I was getting the telegram That ended my life I...