by Chris Dickson | Feb 3, 2010 | Poetry
Early morning, streets are still Daylight beckons through winter chill Early starters all bustling by A freezing day, a winter’s sky Shops are open, the street lights out The street is busy, people about Sense of purpose, today’s the day Another cortege will pass this...
by Chris Dickson | Oct 30, 2009 | Poetry
In clay and mud and grass and sand We sleep now on these foreign lands We were the brave who fought and fell The ones who never lived to tell Remember us to old and young And tell them of the things we done We are the sons who had to go We lie in peace where poppies...
by Chris Dickson | Dec 5, 2008 | Poetry
My brothers and me, we liked to play war A great way to fight with no blood and the gore With sticks as our guns and pine cones for grenades We would fight and do battle in brave lightening raids! We’d play this as part of our Saturday fun The toughest would conquer...
by Chris Dickson | Dec 2, 2008 | Poetry
I’ve served my King and country With diligence and pride I’ve served with friends & comrades Who have stood there by my side I’ve fought our countries enemies And broke them like a shell I’ve listened to the songbirds And also peered through hell The trenches are...
by Chris Dickson | Oct 11, 2007 | Poetry
The old man in the corner who stares into space The story of time etched on the lines on his face He sits their and remembers those to the left and his right The soldiers and friends who had gone to the fight He remembers the cold and the dirt and the smells He...
