by Len Payne | Apr 5, 2009 | Poetry
High upon the hillside the Roman sentry stands, Guarding Caesar’s campsite from roaming Celtic bands, He pulls his cloak around him to block the driving rain, And stares toward the monoliths scattered on the plain. He ponders who would put them there, such great...
by Len Payne | Apr 5, 2009 | Poetry
Creased and faded photographs, chronicles of the past, Half forgotten faces, friendships built to last, The faces smiling back at me with laughter in their eyes, Were bonded by the regiment, the strongest of all ties. Treading in the footsteps of bygone men at arms,...
by Len Payne | Apr 4, 2009 | Poetry
Banners of past glories now hang in remnant form, falling prey to natures force, that weathered battles storm, rich gold and silver embroideries now tarnished, torn and black, once led the cheering regiment, blindly into attack. The heart of the regiment protected by...
