by Mel Price | May 28, 2006 | Poetry
Granddad is such a lovely chap, Thinks the Grandson on his lap, Not that Granddad says so much, Just a nod, a wink and such, He’d taught him to play dominoes, And other games that he now knows, He helps him light his cigarette, But not quite understanding yet, What on...
by Mel Price | May 19, 2006 | Poetry
The war hero lays there weak and stilled, At death’s door eighty years he’s filled, But the essence of his very soul, Has not begun to reach its goal, He’d fought bravely in the war, On the Somme, gassed and more, He’d got his medals for being brave, As the enemy...
