by Mel Price | Jun 26, 2006 | Poetry
The young men ran to join the queue, As millions more were sure to do, They read the posters on every wall, “Your country needs you” the carrion call, They came from every walk of life, Most men single but some with a wife, All wanted medals with a living wage, To...
by Mel Price | Jun 26, 2006 | Poetry
We raced outside into the night so cold, Mother tells me I was but two years old, The Anderson shelter was the place to hide, From the nasty bombs of the German side, For what good the shelter was she said, You’re better off in Dad’s potting shed, Or sitting...
by Mel Price | Jun 14, 2006 | Poetry
They came from counties far and wide, Ex-servicemen who served with pride, In Aden, (that’s a port in Yemen), From the year of sixty seven, To a reunion planned by Ian, Of English, Welsh and Jacobean, Many of them are now retired, With stories that are still inspired,...
by Mel Price | Jun 14, 2006 | Poetry
He sits and watches his crimson flow, As he feels his furrowed forehead glow, Consternation slowly dawns just then, As his beating heart falls silent when, His body, cold with sweat, he’s felt, As he fumbles with his now tight belt, Trying to push back coils of his...
by Mel Price | Jun 14, 2006 | Poetry
Into his Spitfire, the bullets flew, How could it happen to one of the few, Who had shot his share of pilots down, Whilst laughing deliriously like a clown, Now his turn to die was here at last, His life becoming forfeit to the past, Was it because God thought him...
