by David Killelay | Oct 24, 2008 | Poetry
The name we gave our polo shirts, would really make you smile We never had to wash them, till they’d done a thousand mile We used them for our weekend leave to near or even far We used them when we travelled on leave, by train or even car The tannoy used to broadcast...
by David Killelay | Oct 6, 2008 | Poetry
Through the dockyard, Passed the ‘’Old Vic’’ Get Onboard, find a place to sling your ‘’Mick’’ Find a locker and stow your kit Get some scran and feel quite fit Machinery noise like drones in hive To power the ship the screws to drive Tannoy broadcast to spread the...
by David Killelay | Aug 21, 2008 | Poetry
Its time to part, my loyal friend Our time together, now must end You have brought together many a Pal From aging bard to pretty Gal We’ve stuck together, through thick and thin You’ve given me shelter and let me in We’ve travelled together for many miles You have...
by David Killelay | Aug 20, 2008 | Poetry
It doesn’t seem like many years now since your loved one passed away We go about our business in our very simple way You potter in your garden, paint the fence in your back yard I know that deep in side for you, it’s been so very hard We don’t very well express...
by David Killelay | Aug 8, 2008 | Poetry
A world away and out of sight, striving for what we believe is right Mortars firing in the night, no one seeing our perilous plight Surrounded by good men and true, fighting for red, white, and blue Conditions harsh to bad to view, no reporters here or TV crew The...
