by Ross Bowen | Jan 26, 2009 | Poetry
The time has come, My ride awaits, Load up the car And out the gates Goodbye’s are said In the dead of night Four months ahead What is my plight. Bright roadside light’s Attract my eye’s As darkness lead’s The way to Brize. Six long...
by Ross Bowen | Jan 26, 2009 | Poetry
My wife My daughter My son Love explained Job done.
by Ross Bowen | Jan 20, 2009 | Poetry
24 hours in this box nothing to see, just dirt And rocks. This desert air is cold tonight, My lips are such a sorry sight. Throbbing, chapped and Very dry. This 24 will not fly by. 24 Hours of sitting, standing Hear the helicopters landing. Delivering, perhaps a...
by Ross Bowen | Jan 3, 2009 | Poetry
It’s new years eve No party’s here No singing or dancing No flowing beer And as I lay here in my pit I think about my wife and kids Check the web to see if it’s live But not tonight, we have MINIMISE Some may complain But most understand Outside the...
