by Lynda Hall | Nov 24, 2016 | Poetry
It’s quiet now, where once the Solders trod Now he lies under a simple white cross. Where are the words “Known Only To God” It’s quiet now, the guns have ceased He got what he wanted, eternal peace It’s quiet now, save for the sound of birds In this peaceful garden we...
by Lynda Hall | Nov 24, 2016 | Poetry
Leave his chair by the fire He’ll be back any day I’ll be home by Christmas lass That’s what he’d say But Christmas has gone Other boys have come home Yet I sit by the fire oh so alone Kiss the babies goodnight for me There‘s a job I must do Keep your chin up be brave...
