by David McDonald | Mar 25, 2011 | Poetry
An angel watches over me, makes sure that I’m okay An angel listens to me, hears all I have to say She listens to the stories, of pain, of grief and fears She listens and she soothes me as I shed all of my tears An angel holds me closely with her words not in...
by David McDonald | Mar 25, 2011 | Poetry
If I could be a poppy I think my life would change I could honour all the fallen who fell where I remain The souls would not be forgotten least not while I stand The soldiers whose lives were given here on this bloody land My petals would fall each evening to remind...
by David McDonald | Mar 25, 2011 | Poetry
Softened moonlight on glinting deadly steel passing over the battlefield Blood pooled in black, a man’s life left behind the moon still smiling down Shadows casting across a scorched land, torture and death still at hand Misplaced guidance by a misplaced limb, and...
