by Jim Haynes | Dec 17, 2010 | Poetry
‘The scum of the earth.’ Lord Wellington said. But it’s fine fellows we have made of them.’ I knew none of that when I picked up my bag and walked down the road to the station, where hisses of steam and slamming of doors seemed to echo my own reservations. We pulled...
by Jim Haynes | Nov 18, 2010 | Poetry
Well I took the shilling and made me mark with a scratch of the sergeants quill, an’ I fell in behind, an’ I marched quick time, an’ I quickly learned me drill. They took me aside, asked if I could ride. Me, who lived behind the plough. I replied. ‘Of course,’ was put...
by Jim Haynes | Nov 8, 2010 | Poetry
A lifetime lived, and then some more nearly a century of silence and then, he remembered, recalled to mind, the horrors of that heinous time A gentle man, West Country born, a tradesman who did work with pride. A family man that honoured truth, showed no regret for...
by Jim Haynes | Oct 21, 2010 | Poetry
The regiments are falling boys, they’ve fought their best but lost. They’ve stood their ground courageously but now must count the cost. Through centuries of conflict and on many battlegrounds, for us they’ve made their sacrifice but now their ‘Last Post’ sounds....
