by Bobbie | Dec 19, 2008 | Poetry
What is a Soldier to Me? When I see a person in olive green In the street, or on a TV screen It takes me back to knights of old The feats of Agincourt years ago And then to Wellington’s brave band Who drove Napoleon from Spanish lands And thence on to both World Wars...
by Bobbie | Dec 3, 2008 | Poetry
Tell me how long does it take To realise you’re a freak To be pointed at in the street The people, whispering close by “Is she OK?” Oh, how I wanted to cry! Horrified, you realise they mean you You were never the sort to turn heads Well, now you do...
by Bobbie | Nov 26, 2008 | Poetry
The sky is heavy and grey Joining the sombre mourning Of this 90th Armistice Day Always so cold and dank As if the very air of the dead Stands with us for the silence Sparking memories of loss Bringing the past to life Not just the ‘Glorious Dead’ Haunts...
by Bobbie | Nov 3, 2008 | Poetry
I met Peter yesterday In Brighton on our D Day His news shocked me to the core About the cost of the Falklands War Not the money, but the important thing Is the human cost: the result that war brings Over 300 men took committed suicide! Those men could have still been...
by Bobbie | Oct 26, 2008 | Poetry
They came on a cold February day Seeking refuge in a place they called home Fearing for their lives Swapping the dangerous Indian heat For the ice cold streets of Liverpool. One man and his wife arriving Trusting and believing: two innocent children With a toddler and...
