by Chris Green | Nov 11, 2008 | Poetry
Shall I, next month, stand beside the wet earth As they lower you into a cold hearth? Shall I weep as dirt thuds on your coffin And, as they throw their muddy handfuls in, Shall I remember the many before, As they stood and fired salutes by the score? In those...
by Chris Green | Sep 24, 2008 | Poetry
In silence one feels the feet marching Two hundred and forty paces in two minutes And a heart that tap dances along with your feet; In silence you waited to go over the top And you looked for one last time At your friends and comrades; Two minutes silence To remember...
by Chris Green | Aug 25, 2008 | Poetry
The telephone rings, grab it and then speak: “Irish Hussars, Guardroom, Guard Commander.” “Take a signal to the clerk, Trooper Jones.” “Then take one to the Comcen, from the clerk.” “Has anyone seen my hairnet? For riding…” “You know, riding, for my hair, on...
by Chris Green | Aug 25, 2008 | Poetry
See, I am as I am, simply a man: I have only this, my strong-willed body, And I have only your strong-willed belief. See, I am nothing and I have nothing. Then see, I am Man of Man, born of Man. I am Man of Men, giver of all Men. See, we are this Man: needer of...
by Chris Green | Aug 25, 2008 | Poetry
Poems in My Knapsack This was my first go at publishing back in 1983 and I was still in the army, in The Queen’s Royal Irish Hussars, so I used ‘Cpl. C F Green’ as my name and dedicated the little booklet to the Regiment. The ISBN was 0 86303-093-9 and it was a short...
