by Paddy Slevin | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
There’s a few clever steps, so I’m told, That will lead me to silver and gold. And they say that there’s rubies, and diamonds, and pearls, Which once was the treasure of Nottingham’s Earls Who lived at The Castle Without any hassle. Until it got burnt; by some churls....
by Paddy Slevin | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
How far is it to Lashkar Gah, To Helmund’s vale and Kandahar? There where two pleasant rivers flow, And groves of pomegranate grow? Too far, too far. One thousand years, Along a road of bitter tears. Through bloody crimson poppy fields. And evil is the crop it yields....
by Paddy Slevin | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
Horatio Wellington Hannibal Trapp, Was a quiet and unassuming chap. He smiled and nodded but rarely spoke. A pleasant, eccentric, sort of bloke. He worked in finance, with the Fire Brigade, And decided where two per cent cuts could be made. But Horatio’s secret, since...
by Paddy Slevin | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
You climbed with me the donkey track, to Manolátes square, And we saw the bougainvillaea blooming there. We would buy bright red tomatoes and plump green olives too. Then we’d drink Samena Golden, sweet as dew From the solitary snow-white church, which stands beyond...
by Paddy Slevin | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
I thought that I would like to be A soldier in the cavalry. But not a glamour boy, of course, That sits upon a real horse. I wanted this, and I’ll be frank, To ride inside a battle tank. The sergeant said, “To get those toys, It means, the Death or Glory Boys. Son; do...
