by David Killelay | Nov 6, 2008 | Poetry
No words can repay our debt to them, Lost in raging Foam Across the sea on foreign land and far away from home Their memories last for ever more, on now resplendent beach Our Hearts go out to everyone, with loved ones out of reach Occupied land they had to free, for...
by David Killelay | Nov 5, 2008 | Poetry
No time for Fire works with Loud report The Busy staff of “Home Support” Out and about in the “Early Hours” For Clients Baths & Clients Showers Support for homes, near and far Travelling miles in private car Ring the Office to open the door Fearing someone on the...
by David Killelay | Nov 3, 2008 | Poetry
Time to Swallow a Bitter Pill They have downed the trees near Spital Hill Lovely trees along the ridge Either side of Railway Bridge Autumn Gold, Colour of the past All chopped down to the last Vision now clear, All is Fine No fallen leaves on Railway line Look for...
by David Killelay | Nov 3, 2008 | Poetry
A tall but quite teenage boy, typical kind of sloth Growing up in expanding world, he may become a toff Idle hands no need to work or help around the house Night time creeping, scares his mum, as if he were a mouse Part job he replies. Yes at a garden centre If only...
by David Killelay | Nov 2, 2008 | Poetry
In a Hurry to watch the box, rushing from the shower Did the splits upon the floor, could have lain there for an hour 999 was never rung, by Niece with long blonde hair Hobbled to the car some how leaning on a chair A & E was visited regardless of this verse Seen...
