by Lorraine England | May 14, 2010 | Poetry
I weep for you another’s son Who fought with death under a hot dessert sun and lost the battle that an IED finally won I weep for you another’s son For the troubles that your young eyes have daily seen For the difficult situations in which you have been I weep for you...
by Lorraine England | May 14, 2010 | Poetry
How does a man know when to love and when to kill? How does he keep his conscience quite clear and quite still? How does a man know who in this life those that he can trust? How does he know what is good and all that is just? How does a good man know what is right and...
by Lorraine England | May 14, 2010 | Poetry
Who hears the verses of unsung poets in foreign lands?, Whose voices are quelled by neglect or brutal hands, Whose message in Europe that we rarely do hear, Because of the distance and, perhaps, unspoken fears. Who hears the words of those who really feel and truly...
by Lorraine England | May 23, 2009 | Poetry
I walk across the dessert sand A solitary soldier in a far off land The burden of the heat and fear Bring thoughts of thoughts of home and those so dear A child approaches across the barren land A shabby boy with outstretched hand His hopes for life are shared with me...
by Lorraine England | May 23, 2009 | Poetry
Soldier’s whose sunburned and rugged faces Tell of battles lost and won in hostile places Soldier’s whose families will never know of their true feats Nor medals tell of the experiences that within their company they will keep Soldier’s whose daily tasks are hidden...
