by David Killelay | Apr 2, 2008 | Poetry
When people think of windows, people think about the view When we look out our windows, we will always think of you A Senior Estimator Figure, number crunching at his screen Having travelled the whole world over, what sights you must have seen Portsmouth, the Baltic...
by David Killelay | Mar 30, 2008 | Poetry
I wouldn’t be a soldier I wouldn’t be a soldier, fighting in a hole I wouldn’t be a soldier, acting like a mole I wouldn’t be a soldier, standing on parade I wouldn’t be a soldier, hearing that tirade I wouldn’t be a soldier, crawling in the sand I wouldn’t be a...
by David Killelay | Mar 30, 2008 | Poetry
I knew I loved you from the start You bring these words out from my heart Kind words you speak, I know so true Its many years gone, since I met you Your twinkling eyes, that lovely smile They’ve been in my mind, for all this while Your kind words help, when were...
by David Killelay | Mar 21, 2008 | Poetry
From all around the world we hail Ex Ganges boys, who the sea did sail Shamrock, Thistle, Daffodil and Rose The Elephant, here in smart repose We forget our aches and petty moans We come to dedicate these stones From ages past to present Day We remember them all as we...
by David Killelay | Mar 20, 2008 | Poetry
I looked across the Market square, as I sat on a bench To leave my fire side that day, had been a massive wrench I needed funds withdrawn in time, for a driving course But opening times on Wednesday fill me with such remorse Sat on my bench across the square and...
