by Kevin M Welsh | Nov 3, 2007 | Poetry
The M.O.D. has a wonderful reputation… There is no better organisation. When you join up then one thing is true… The M.O.D. will take great care of you. The M.O.D. supplies you with essential kit, And makes sure your desert combats snugly fit. They will always deserve...
by Kevin M Welsh | Nov 1, 2007 | Poetry
When I think of the poppy…of its petals red, I see then the redness of my eyes, From all the sorrowing tears I shed For every noble warrior who dies In foreign lands…and far away from Homeland shores and skies. When I think of the poppy…of its black centre part, The...
by Kevin M Welsh | Sep 6, 2007 | Poetry
If things had been different, In another time or another place… Perhaps we may have met… On a railway station platform… Or at a crowded bus stop… Maybe in a long queue… Or at a public meeting. Perhaps…we would have Been hesitant when we first met… Not being sure of...
by Kevin M Welsh | Sep 6, 2007 | Poetry
Death lurked abroad that fateful day. Its intent…to assail Our soldiers as they fought, over Evil to prevail. Death claimed my comrades…yet as they ceased to be, I faced cruel Death…but Death did not claim me. Instead, it sent me hence that I might then meet with...
by Kevin M Welsh | Sep 6, 2007 | Poetry
The longer that I live and breathe…the More I become aware that Life is very short… And Death is Very long…and yet I know not how far I am From my last heartbeat…from my last breath.
