by Dorothy Bassett | Feb 20, 2009 | Poetry
I went to the National Arboretum And felt my blood run cold At all those wasted lives Who had no chance of growing old. The grass was green where I walked Which their eyes will never see For they all gave up their lives To fight for peace and me. Thousands of names,...
by Dorothy Bassett | Feb 20, 2009 | Poetry
The memories come so vividly of days that used to be War time news and shortages. Songs at mother’s knee. I remember watching searchlights as we stood at our front door sharing one banana There just weren’t any more. I remember sirens screaming then the sound of the...
by Dorothy Bassett | Feb 20, 2009 | Poetry
The fields now are green again where once they ran with blood. Trees are sheltering the spot where once our brave lads stood. Just close your eyes and picture this the mud, the noise, the wire, the terror of those teenaged boys As someone shouted ‘FIRE’ The smell, the...
by Dorothy Bassett | Feb 20, 2009 | Poetry
I thought about the war today And tears came to my eyes, So many lives were sacrificed To gain the peace that we all prize The memory of Dunkirk Comes clearly back to me, Line after line of men Wading out into the sea Bombs exploding round them, Thick black smoke and...
by Dorothy Bassett | Feb 20, 2009 | Poetry
On this Remembrance Monday, The years have come and gone A million men have fallen, But still they soldier on. Young men left their mothers Husbands left their wives Marching on forever They sacrificed their lives. In foreign fields and trenches As men and boys they...
