by Jim Bell | Nov 13, 2014 | Poetry
In muddy trenches, amid putrid stenches, Lost, in some foreign field; With enormous pack, strapped on tired back, Our brave young boys were killed. With just a rifle, they tried to stifle, Onslaught, from the opposition; With bullets flying, they never stopped trying...
by Jim Bell | Nov 13, 2014 | Poetry
The drone of the aircraft Flying over our shore Was a regular sound During the Second World War. Though, our brave young men Had other thoughts, As they gave their lives In the battles fought. “Scramble” rang out Round the South East’s fields; Men took to the skies…...
by Jim Bell | Nov 13, 2014 | Poetry
Please donate a gift for our troops abroad, Just something small…something you can afford. A comb, or toothbrush, or bar of soap, To boost morale, and offer some hope. Marooned at Christmas, far from home, In a war torn battle zone; No home comforts, close to touch,...
by Jim Bell | Nov 13, 2014 | Poetry
The genus Papava, in a field of swaying corn, Vivid against the ripened gold; Or scattered randomly, along the hedgerows, Petals at risk from the morning cold. Symbolic of the gallant fighting forces Alone, in the mud bogged trenches, These scarlet heads sway in...
by Jim Bell | Nov 11, 2014 | Poetry
Khaki clad men ran, stooped, through the trenches maze; Avoiding shells, that aimed to end their days; Through mud and muck, and rat infestation, Past shrieking comrades, fallen, with no sedation. Weapons carried, ready to fire, When called upon, from their rancid...
