by Larry Taylor | Jan 28, 2009 | Poetry
A soldier stood at the pearly gates, Looking left to right, for the lads, his mates. When a kindly voice came from on high, Youʼre safe now soldier, you want to know why ? In the course of your day to day, You secured life, in your own special way, Helping those...
by Larry Taylor | Jan 6, 2009 | Poetry
We know that it comes but once a year, With presents, mince pies and of course a beer. The happiest times can be the worst, Like a nagging pain, an unquenchable thirst. In the past, sometimes a sad time of year, Friends missing, that glaringly, should have been here,...
by Larry Taylor | Nov 29, 2008 | Poetry
I watched a program, the other day, Regarding loved ones that had gone away, Talked of pride as they marched along Then they chose a funeral song. Mothers, fathers, sisters as well, Sat and cried at the stories they tell, Men and women, lost to war. Parents still...
by Larry Taylor | Nov 18, 2008 | Poetry
He looks down at his mud covered boots, And remembers when he got them, So long ago it seems, since those exciting days. Before boys were turned into men. For queen and country he proudly marched, Into those foreign lands, Enjoying all the friendly chats, Before the...
by Larry Taylor | Sep 5, 2008 | Poetry
Smiles as he thinks of his red haired mate, The reason, for a thousand things, he was late, The times spent “digging holes with your arse” The smiles the tears, the jokes and laughs. Leaving his memory behind in a foreign land, No longer there, to lend a hand, A...
