by Luke Tainton | Nov 4, 2011 | Poetry
We were hidden in the Trenches, waiting for our chance. Waiting to strike the Germans, around them to prance. We were inside the den, digging a bit more. Then suddenly, Germans came, and wounds we bore. They shot us and beat us and took us alive, So those who were...
by Luke Tainton | Mar 16, 2011 | Poetry
This is a Poppy, in which we wear, The Pride of Britain, which we can bear. The Poppy, The Poppy, such rich colour of Red, That lies here, in the flowerbed. We wear it, we praise it, we share it’s joy, You and me, a girl and boy. We wear these flowers on...
by Luke Tainton | Mar 13, 2011 | Poetry
The Poppy, in Flanders Field, The flower in which we yield. This plant, in which we see, Sorrowful, we can all be. We wear this poppy, on Armistice Day, To remember those, who fought in this way. Those who fought, those who died, For our country, in which they guide....
by Luke Tainton | Mar 10, 2011 | Poetry
War, it’s a bad thing, War, so no-one sings, About war, it’s kind of strange, War, they don’t really get a wage. A Jew, that’s what they are, A Jew, yet they kept them behind bars. A Jew, they were good businessmen, And they were thrown into the wrong again. Hitler,...
by Luke Tainton | Mar 9, 2011 | Poetry
At war like this now, It’s nothing you’ve ever known. At war like this now, There’s some seeds we might have sown. At war like this now, You shall tremble with fear. As you stare at the enemy, That is really, really near. At war like this now, The trenches we dig so...
