by Gordon Bruce | Apr 9, 2011 | Poetry
When the call comes in I go out, no matter what the danger I will answer the shout No matter the weather, the terrain or enemy fire, to save my comrade in arms I will always go out I may be ordered to go to war, to answer the call off the fallen I will not ignore Not...
by Gordon Bruce | Apr 9, 2011 | Poetry
I awoke this morning, I moaned and groaned, I have a job where I want to stay at home I look out the window I see the outside, why can’t I go back to bed and simply hide Bus, car or the early train, commuting in rush hour is such a pain When I was younger I had hopes...
by Gordon Bruce | Apr 9, 2011 | Poetry
Blue padded cover with gold around the outside, images of the past secured on the inside I opened album, the photos I see, they are of my mum and a man who means nothing to me On a seat not so far away, I see my dad looking at me The pages I turn, this man and mum I...
by Gordon Bruce | Apr 9, 2011 | Poetry
His area filled with pictures, of family back home, allowing his mind to freely roam Children, his wife, and their dog as a pet, one of the happiest families I have ever met His belongings in a bag so neatly packed, he made sure his admin was done before he hit the...
by Gordon Bruce | Apr 9, 2011 | Poetry
The morning dew is on the ground The wings are getting fed with rounds, Gallons of fuel fill my plane It’s the waiting that drives me insane, I’ve cheated death I don’t doubt The day will come of my last shout, This war will end of that I know Will I be here? I do not...
