by David Thompson | Nov 17, 2013 | Poetry
The morning mist surrounds my world As cordite fills the air Can I stand another day Or will I just despair Exploding shells are all around My mates are falling fast I do not think their gallantry Could ever be surpassed Whistles blow it’s time to go To save or...
by David Thompson | Nov 17, 2013 | Poetry
Our brothers, sons and fathers who fought the great world war They lost their lives in battle amidst the blood and gore They fought so hard so we could live, they fought for truth and peace Their only dream was of the day hostilities would cease When the war was over...
