by Dianne Audrey Daniels | Dec 9, 2006 | Poetry
The bricks are stacked It’s a stone cold wall, It rises up high Never to fall, It’s a memory of the past A symbol for the future, It’s more than a wall It’s a feeling that’s mutual, It stands up proud Tall and so vast, Like the men it was built for, A monument to...
by Dianne Audrey Daniels | Dec 9, 2006 | Poetry
They said; never again would our Son’s suffer No more living in trenches with mud filled boots, They are Soldiers of the past Only to be seen in our history books, No more fighting in the bowels of the earth Lying! Dying! In the freezing cold, Battling in some foreign...
by Dianne Audrey Daniels | Dec 9, 2006 | Poetry
Death! Cold, Cold Death No emotion, No sorrow, Just today! This minute, no tomorrows, No one cares! Live or die, Just sit and stare Into death do I, A name no more, A number am I, There’s no before, Remember my number when I die, Lying! Sighing! Hunger pains, Dying!...
by Dianne Audrey Daniels | Dec 9, 2006 | Poetry
A house there is at the end of the road, Where a man does live, he lives there alone. The garden is wild, the windows are dull, The curtains have fallen, they sit on the sill, we would watch him come, then he would go, With his pack on his back, he would walk down the...
