by Chris Dickson | Aug 31, 2010 | Poetry
The grass cut like a bowling green. The neatest grass I’ve ever seen. The trees are trimmed and straight of line. The neatest place, it’s quite sublime. The birds all sing their sweetest songs, the place where calm and peace belongs. The paths kept clear, the leaves...
by Chris Dickson | Apr 21, 2010 | Poetry
What do you say when they’re ready to leave To those people that you love so very much What do you say as they look back at you? Because you can no longer say stay in touch! What should you feel and how should you act When you know they are leaving for good Is there a...
by Chris Dickson | Mar 9, 2010 | Poetry
Tommy was our first born Tommy was our son Tommy got the calling They gave our Tom a gun Tommy learned to march and shoot Tommy learned to kill He dug his home in foreign soil And faced that winter’s chill Tommy went to Flanders Tommy went to war He fought the enemies...
by Chris Dickson | Mar 9, 2010 | Poetry
My nerves are shot, I can’t think straight My mind is screaming, the hour is late I cannot sleep or concentrate…….. I cannot plan nor contemplate……….. I feel alone, just me and fear My mind now clouded instead of clear How did this happen to a guy like me I cannot...
by Chris Dickson | Mar 9, 2010 | Poetry
Some people say I’m quiet Some people say I’m shy Some people say I’m stroppy Some people say a nice guy Some tell me I’m a thinker Some tell me I’m wrong Some tell me I can be rude Some say I’m also strong One or two folks call me brave One or two call me mad There’s...
