by Denise Richardson | Mar 2, 2009 | Poetry
The roof over my head, The warmth and comfort of my bed, Are because a soldier sometime, somewhere; Was there for me, his life to spare? Who fought for me – down the generations, Who sacrificed for me and our nations.
by Denise Richardson | Mar 2, 2009 | Poetry
At sunset the warm flowers meet the cooling sky and each takes on the others’ shade; The pink that’s gathered in the clouds is borrowed from the lavender blade, Or is it that the lavender hue is taken from the sky and mixed this way? No, it’s the setting sun creating...
by Denise Richardson | Mar 2, 2009 | Poetry
Have you ever experienced complete and utter joy so that it filled your whole being? I have experienced this once and it was something that made my soul sing. It came upon me quite without any warning, took my by surprise With the force of a rainstorm, black clouds...
by Denise Richardson | Mar 2, 2009 | Poetry
The Royal Air Force known for their generosity, in old times daredevil kills; But let’s not forget their reputation and world-renowned drinking skills. In all four corners of the world, every breakroom & mess; each surviving man recalls The drinking contests they...
