by Michaela Turner | Sep 26, 2008 | Poetry
I have come to the conclusion That this world is going mad How can a children’s nursery rhyme Be construed as being bad? Tell me, why does a board that’s painted black? Cause so much offence Are we not simply stating a fact? Or have we banished common sense? If a...
by Michaela Turner | Sep 24, 2008 | Poetry
Day breaks through a peaceful night A young lady wakes and starts to rise Stretching and yawning She wipes the sleep from her eyes Showered and fresh, she dons her attire Prepared for a day in the sun Desert boots, helmet and body armour Making sure she has her gun...
by Michaela Turner | Sep 24, 2008 | Poetry
Day break, birds are singing Alarm clocks sounding wake up cries Folk are stirring, beginning to wake Wiping sleep from their eyes Through the darkness the street lamps shine A hazy; amber light An eerie fog curls all around As if creeping out of sight Pavements...
by Michaela Turner | Sep 24, 2008 | Poetry
Away in a sandpit Just cots for their beds Brave soldiers are silently Resting their heads The stars in the night sky Shining down on the land Watching over our soldiers Asleep on the sand There are rockets exploding Our soldiers they wake Disturbed by the noise And...
by Michaela Turner | Sep 18, 2008 | Poetry
It was told in the news today A brave soldier sadly died Thoughts and prayers go to his family To his comrades who stood by his side They will mourn the loss of their loved one Their comrade and their friend And his memory will live on for always Deep in their heart,...
