by Keith Mallinson | Sep 28, 2016 | Poetry
I lied about me age Mam, really sorry Dad Wanted to be a soldier, make you proud of your wee lad I lied about me age Dad to the sergeant at the Hall He just said sign here son, and line up against that wall I lied about me age Mam, but there were plenty more One said...
by Keith Mallinson | Sep 17, 2016 | Poetry
Private George Mobbs, Mobbsy to your mates Are you on sentry duty, outside the Pearly Gates? Or are you still struggling through the mud in ‘No Man’s Land’ Listening to the ghostly sound of a Scottish bagpipe band Are you watching over Thiepval, where many men are...
by Keith Mallinson | Aug 13, 2016 | Poetry
Unknown soldier, nameless? No, not he Unknown history, yes; no family tree Private Johnson Hamill, where are you from? We know where you died, on the infamous Somme Birthplace, parents, siblings, unknown Was anyone missing you, wishing you home? Safe with your loved...