by Mark Christmas | Mar 26, 2009 | Poetry
Plans laid down in 42 I was born in 43 This Island Nation here to protect My Nation, the world to me With crew abound, The Captain too, I eased away from shore It was a time of conflict Or to you and me its war. The days they passed The guns rang out, a battle then...
by Mark Christmas | Mar 26, 2009 | Poetry
A prayer to the Goddess Juno, With her Gold and magical Sword. A hope to smite the enemy, In an Operation called Overlord. Our Country Cousins were close by, From Omaha and Utah. We’ll meet them for a welcome break, Then Berlin, foot to the floor. But as we found out,...
by Mark Christmas | Mar 26, 2009 | Poetry
Interned until the end of the war, The Rest Of the World, they never saw. The treatment of prisoners, from Commonwealth Nations, When building a railway. Japanese stations. Through jungle so dense, you could hardly see, The prisoners hacked to carve an alley. Then the...
by Mark Christmas | Mar 26, 2009 | Poetry
The poppies fell from the ceiling, Like a flood of blood red tears, The roof cried the life, Of the countless dead, Like it has for near hundred years. When we wear our poppy, Whether it Red, or White or Pink, We must stand alone, And take a reflection, It means take...
by Mark Christmas | Mar 26, 2009 | Poetry
Once a year a time comes round, To remember those who have died, In time of conflict throughout the ages, But sometimes the poppy we chide. The colour we wear is predominantly red, The Legion is not going to yield, In remembrance of men, both the young and the old,...
