by Defcon_3 | Aug 13, 2006 | Poetry
God…WE WUZ ‘ARD!. Oh so I thought in far off days when I was young. A group of six or so of us, with upright stance, and voice unsung, With tailored pants, and puttees brown, beret too small, and hair cut fine, We owned the world, from village pub to hotel bar, our...
by Defcon_3 | Aug 10, 2006 | Poetry
You lie cradled in my arms, you sleep the sleep of full content. The summer sun shines through the glade, the gentle grasses gently wave. This afternoon of peace and calm, of love fulfilled, of heaven sent. I look down to your sleeping face, the hidden smile, those...
