by Jonathan White | Apr 11, 2010 | Poetry
As I stand and watch the flag draped coffin arrive amid the flourishes of salutes I start to cry, as I hear the Last Post sound, hear the jingle of the ginger suited medals salute my hero, I weep and remember. I think of the spring, the green shoots of life coming...
by Jonathan White | Apr 11, 2010 | Poetry
A quiet week, a quiet weekend So so good, its 33 degrees in the shade Spring is coming, so is the Taliban We are ready from the blade sharp front To the caring rear It’s my turn as Duty Officer A quiet week we all hope for Spring is coming, so is the Taliban He...
by Jonathan White | Apr 11, 2010 | Poetry
I’m Late, I’m Late, for a very important date People to see, hands to shake, tears to weep Songs to sing, prayers to read, incantations to recite People I have never met, yet they look the same as last time I’m Late, I’m Late, for a very important date I’m Late, I’m...
