by David Killelay | Aug 6, 2009 | Poetry
’Will the market be gone’’? Under the town hall clock people meet Through the crowds and milling feet In all weathers, through the rain and the shine Don’t remember when it showed the right time High above the market so tall Sticking out from that yonder wall Its...
by David Killelay | Aug 1, 2009 | Poetry
A Blyton Lad When at school Very deaf but no ones fool Playing cricket whilst still young People feared the balls he’d flung Also in the football game His success was local fame Then he met an awesome beauty To groom and show, became his duty County shows far and wide...
by David Killelay | Jun 30, 2009 | Poetry
Free trip to Town upon the bus No big Queue no need to fuss A Sunday paper with free map A comfortable chair to take a nap An hour or two with a good book A take away no need to cook A well hit golf ball rarely seen Landing on a well cut green A loving wife to hold...
by David Killelay | Mar 7, 2009 | Poetry
A cowardly evil weapon the I.E.D While our troops fight to set the Afghan free Away from home in a foreign land Living in tents in the desert sand I.E.D dressed up to sound nice Improvised explosive device Deadly as it is, could be from the Somme Why don’t they say a...
by David Killelay | Feb 23, 2009 | Poetry
A birthday gathering for a lovely man Who has helped us all, if and when he can? He started my path into civilian life. A job to support me, the kids and the wife It was working, evening s, nights and day For this we received quite good pay I thought this is fine just...
