by Cal Pearson | Nov 10, 2010 | Poetry
Living each day as it comes Just us and the clouds up high, Protectors of all that we survey In our chariots in the sky. Where evil appears we will face it Shooting our targets down, We’re flying for our king and for country In our chariots of the crown. In...
by Cal Pearson | Nov 10, 2010 | Poetry
Twelve hour shifts in the factory Doing day and night Making the wings of spitfires Getting them ready for flight. Working on the portwing Each rivet done with pride, We wrote our names on metal Which now the tread does hide. Castle Brom’ was famous To the spitfire it...
by Cal Pearson | Nov 10, 2010 | Poetry
Children of each united state, Enjoy their childhood young and bold, Only thinking of each passing hour No thoughts of what their futures hold. Cowboys, Indians, soldiers too Are all the games they like to play, Until at last its time for bed With mothers love to end...
by Cal Pearson | Nov 10, 2010 | Poetry
I’m a long way from home and I’m missing you so, But your letters keep me going, as on the march I go, There’s a job to be done, and until the battle’s won, I’ll hang on to my memories of you. Though I’m often cold and frightened, I won’t let the fear show, Thoughts...
by Cal Pearson | Nov 10, 2010 | Poetry
Columns of grey stand proud and tall, In the silence of the land, A monument to those who fall, A place for all to understand. Among the stones you’re lost in time, Reading all the names with pride, The statues watching silently, Sadness and tears, you tried to hide....
