WHY IS IT THAT ALL THE POPPIES GROW ?

by | Oct 15, 2007 | Poetry

Why is it that the poppies grow? A tiny voice did cry” Child each poppy marks the place Where soldiers once did lie Each blood red flower stands To remember those who died As does that upon your chest her stooped grandma replied The lady slowly turned to leave But the...

CHRISTMAS AT WAR

by | Oct 15, 2007 | Poetry

Here’s to the soldier On Christmas Eve Alone, by himself – Not granted leave. There’s no letting up for Yule-tide you know The battles go on Against the foe. There’s a war to be won And someone must fight All through the day And into the night. In England the family...