by Raymond White | Dec 10, 2011 | Poetry
Ballakelly was a long dark night in cold hell. Where beauty met the beast and horror was unleashed, so horrific my mind can not spell. it was called the dropping well. Some will speak and some will never tell. now days and hours have passed , weeks, months to years....
by Raymond White | Apr 18, 2007 | Poetry
Under a hot beautiful blue sky, Derry a City of history and pride, where young soldiers meet a battle cry. Boys in armour advancing forward, united by a badge of elite. Missiles, stones and petrol bombes are traded for bullets and gas. What is it this about? I ask....
