by Brian Bilverstone | Dec 31, 2007 | Poetry
Since the hustle and bustle and “Where’s it all at?” The mad rush to rustle a badge for my hat, Arranging for someone to feed the cat, Ensuring my guest has a place to be sat, All the laughing and joking and marching and that, Not finding old comrades and feeling a...
by Brian Bilverstone | Dec 31, 2007 | Poetry
Percy was a hero un-noticed An example to all of our nation With the Argies around He made not a sound Throughout the entire occupation. It was time for Percy to head home And with us he would make the trip. With nought but the best He would sail as our guest And come...
by Brian Bilverstone | Dec 31, 2007 | Poetry
We didn’t want the frostbite We didn’t want the burns We didn’t want to leave our homes And families far astern. We didn’t like the future As we grimly sailed away But we wore Queen Bess’s Uniform And did it anyway. We didn’t want the battle Or the bayonets at night...
by Brian Bilverstone | Dec 31, 2007 | Poetry
From out the harbour early dawn A shadow slips unseen, unknown. The patriotic fervour gone The headline makers all moved on. Dangers real and harsh as any Name unheard of by so many. No cameras see her on her way No bunting flutters on this day. Upon returning duty...
by Brian Bilverstone | Dec 31, 2007 | Poetry
As I read and as I listen to what’s written and what’s said, Through all the words and pictures come the voices of the dead. When I see commemorations, all my comrades row on row The voices swirl and whisper as they speak from long ago. “If we fill your recollections,...
