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
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
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
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
I’ll go astray, quite soon I’d say Just run away, have fun all day. Drink some booze. Take a snooze. Pick and choose. Win or lose. Eat when I like. Ride on my bike. Fish for pike or take a hike. Wear jeans too tight. Go fly a kite. Jump from a height. Watch stars at...
