by John Robinson | May 21, 2006 | Poetry
Tis not my home that I defend On this hostile, distant shore Whose coves and beaches run with blood Now I ask myself, what for? Where friend and foe in kinship died Where they fell like autumn leaves Celebrate their precious memory Else no-one still believes This...
by John Robinson | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
In fields of scarlet poppies The ghostly spirits roam Cut down in their thousands Never more to return home At Arras and at Paschendale The Somme and Suvla Bay A forgotten generation fell beneath The machine guns deadly spray A fight for king and country For a mile of...