by Larry Taylor | Feb 23, 2011 | Poetry
Passing out, he marches, eyes to the right, From boy to man, a journey, but not quite over night. Wearing his beret, silver cap badge catching the sun, Not just any old regiment, RGJ British army’s number one. Celer et Audax, the motto for young and old, Not...
by Larry Taylor | Jul 15, 2010 | Poetry
He stands up straight, waiting his turn, What happens next, his fate he’ll learn No regrets for him, he’s served the crown, Never looking back, not backing down. The list is out they’ve called his name, He’s taken lives, will he be to blame? A...
by Larry Taylor | Aug 29, 2009 | Poetry
On parade, ram rod straight, proud moms and dads look on, The last three months have done him good, but soon he will be gone. Off to fight in foreign lands in a war he doesn’t understand, To defend an area he doesn’t know, with rifle gripped in hand. THERE STANDS A...
by Larry Taylor | Jul 17, 2009 | Poetry
Time changes things, or so it’s said, Time brings memories back in my head. Time can smudge some faces, but some stay clear, Those are lost friends, I always wanted near. Time heals wounds, or so it’s said, Time fades body scars, but in my head? Time has many jobs,...
by Larry Taylor | May 12, 2009 | Poetry
He wakes to see the sun rise, the wind upon his face, He sees the morning traffic, how well he knows this place. An enviable life he leads, happy with his lot, As he sits sunning in the park, he knows that some will not. Always seeing new places, the town is his to...
