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
Loud bugles blew red pennants flew, And lancers rode abreast. Though breathing loud, no head was bowed, As they approached the crest. Then each man saw what lay before, Arranged in serried rank. A fearsome foe, with spear and bow, Yet no man’s courage sank. One...
by Paddy Slevin | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
“When I served with the Paras.” Is a tale that I tell, “One bad thing about it” I say, “was the smell.” No offence to the Paras, They are braver than I. With ‘milling’ and boxing, And jumps from the sky. But I served with the Paras As part of their crew, At a place...
by Paddy Slevin | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
I used to walk on Catstone Hill, So many years ago. I’d see the town of Nottingham, Set out so far below. I kissed a girl on Catstone Hill, Twice many years ago. I walked her home by Broad Oak Farm, My love-struck heart aglow. We often went to Catstone Hill How many...
