by Robert Carson | Jul 16, 2009 | Poetry
Eight men in arms, Eight friends in death All, for the love of freedom, bled. Hands reached to touch each passing hearse Your names on every lip and breath. The women, and the men, wept too There was such pain in losing you. Heroic -in its truest sense Your blood was...
by Robert Carson | Jul 15, 2009 | Poetry
A cruel combination of circumstance Once drew me from my native land. I’ve often dreamt of misty glens Of winter nights with kin and friends. And, though, I never would return My thoughts would with the wild stag run. The watching by the salmon leap The lochins...
by Robert Carson | Jul 12, 2009 | Poetry
Lord grant that men may live in peace To honour all in word and deed. And may we ever bear with grace The follies of the human race.
by Robert Carson | Jul 11, 2009 | Poetry
Heart-rending news from Helmand comes The sacrifice of yet more sons. The Panther’s Claw is poised to strike More British boys will die tonight. Where The Taliban command the land The blood of heroes stains the sand. Towards the enemy brave soldiers go The roll...
by Robert Carson | Jul 11, 2009 | Poetry
Walking down the Dandy Line The wood was drawing close There was no shadow where I stood There walked a soldier’s ghost. I often played here as a child My spirit wild and free And, now, my eyes no longer see Are closed where life should be… How strangely...
