by Robert John Ponting | Apr 27, 2010 | Poetry
I never asked He never said And now it’s too late The old fella’s dead I should have phoned If only to say “How are you Dad How goes it today?” But work and a family Cut short the week And I did not make time To call him and speak I never asked He never said And now...
by Robert John Ponting | Apr 27, 2010 | Poetry
Tell me of pain The journalist asked I thought and then I replied What kind of pain? Is it that which is seen? Or is it the pain from inside? There’s pain that is felt In limbs that are gone And also from flesh wounds and sores But also the pain we feel in our head...
by Robert John Ponting | Apr 27, 2010 | Poetry
When I am gone,my many friends, And those I loved so dear, Don’t sit there with a woeful face Or eyes so full of tear. By all means shed a tear or two Or maybe three or four. For grief to quickly pass away There has to be a door .But do not dwell too long this way All...
by Robert John Ponting | May 23, 2009 | Poetry
And where are you fighting now my child Holding your Country’s head high Are you in the heat of a battle? With attitude must do or die Or are you at rest or in training Awaiting the challenge to come Do you think on all of the reasons? You’ve chosen to carry a gun Is...
