by Edward Clark | Jan 3, 2007 | Poetry
Happy we ‘pals’ of battalions, from villages born of love And sweet tender mercies; unlike here, entrenched With the foe, grey mists on the horizons, silhouetted hove Of sallow composition; subdued and drenched. Between us in ‘no mans’ land’, a barren waste Of limbs...
by Edward Clark | Jan 3, 2007 | Poetry
The ensign unfurled, draped in crimson red, With swastika motif emblazoned for dead. Germany was at war, unyielding, unforgiving; Tyrannical power Boots and helmets, rifles glistening aproud; Marching, crusading towards the Babylonian tower Of strength; frenzied,...
