by Sally Flood | Oct 13, 2011 | Poetry
In the land of the poppies so far away Come every November my memory will stray, So long ago I still recall My mothers brother, I knew not at all. Every November a candle was lit My mother told tales, us children would sit, A legend passed on to my children’s’ ear A...
by Sally Flood | Sep 4, 2011 | Poetry
Every day the list will grow with names so soon forgot except for grieving families the emptiness, the loss. So proud in khaki and in blue they fight for Queen ‘tis said in countries far across the sea our young lads blood is shed. On foreign soil our fathers wept and...
by Sally Flood | Dec 19, 2010 | Poetry
As the snow falls I think of a Christmas Many years ago. An evacuee in a small village My home in London had been bombed My favourite toys destroyed. I sat round a coal fire Knitting dolls clothes For the Woman’s Institute. So warm and peaceful Away from the bombing....
by Sally Flood | Dec 17, 2010 | Poetry
The news is alarming Another soldier lost Fighting in another land No matter what the cost. I thought Obama Was the man to stop the war, But he’s sending out more troops Don’t know what they’re fighting for? We were just an island Only so much we could do, Did we have...
by Sally Flood | Nov 20, 2010 | Poetry
Under the arch he used to sit when I was just a kid, in the 1920s I asked him what he did. “Just selling matches lass” he said “There’s nothing more for me, begging for a crust of bread look here and you will see”. Around his neck in big black words he showed me how...
