by Len Payne | Apr 6, 2009 | Poetry
Lacy ribbons of vapour trails criss cross the morning sky, Tracing the path of fighter planes and young men born to fly, They took off at dawns first light and climbed into the heights, Eager to see the Hun come into view, in the cross hairs of their sights. From...
by Len Payne | Apr 6, 2009 | Poetry
Huddled in a shell hole, pressed into the mire, The battle weary rifleman escapes the enemy fire, The vicious hiss of bullets passing overhead, Sometimes followed by a cry and a comrade falling dead. The mud filled hole holds him fast, like a magic spell, Offering...
by Len Payne | Apr 6, 2009 | Poetry
The endless line of trenches that stitched the war torn land, Were fought for, won, and lost again in fighting hand to hand, The strands of cruel barbed wire that clutched, and held, and tore, Were cursed at by both friend and foe, caught up in mindless war. For four...
by Len Payne | Apr 5, 2009 | Poetry
Speak not to me of heroes nor deeds of daring do, for every tale that you unfold brings tears of sorrow too, the mother and the widow that are left to grieve alone, have little time for medals and flesh as cold as stone. The warmth of their loved ones the bugles...
by Len Payne | Apr 5, 2009 | Poetry
Amid the roar of cannon and choking cordite fumes, Came the squadron of Lancers beneath a sea of dancing plumes, Their chain mail reflecting the early morning light, As with lance tip pennants streaming, they headed for the fight. The enemy guns were sited for maximum...
