by Pauline Pickin | Dec 23, 2008 | Poetry
A single poppy braved Without surrender Dared to wave, despite Inclined petals clung To the core. Blow your seeds Across the fields And meadows Root afresh With pride. We were there All of us, Descendants Of Flanders Honouring our cenotaph. A straight pin Or sticky...
by Pauline Pickin | Dec 23, 2008 | Poetry
Without sentiment there is no value Without trepidation there can be no fear Without deceit there is no truth Without cause there can be no meaning. With determination comes achievement With hope the spirit thrives With fewer words lives sincerity With controversy...
by Pauline Pickin | Oct 11, 2008 | Poetry
Rows of names gouged from granite Stand erect in faraway places However poignant the reminder, Continue to fight oppression. Tattered and torn flags Denote smoke-damaged ownership On broken poles Half hidden amongst rubble. Adorned wooden crosses, Stars and other...
by Pauline Pickin | Oct 11, 2008 | Poetry
The colour of war is bloody red Surrender is white Thousands dead In the name of Peace, fight. Yellow belongs to cowards Stale blood, rustingly brown Young Green Howards’ Orange flames burn down. Green patch-worked fields A wasted existence As abandoned yields Brave...
