by Sheila Standen | Dec 2, 2015 | Poetry
SPRING SUMMER AUTUMN WINTER GUNS SHELLS BOMBS AND SPLINTERS THATS OUR LIFE FROM NOW ON ,THANKS WE NEED PLANES SHIPS AND TANKS OUR BOYS IN THE AIR NEED PLANES BY THE SCORE OUR LADS AT SEA NEED SHIPS ,A THOUSAND OR MORE THEY WILL GET BOTH ,AS BRITAIN HAS PLEDGED HER...
by Sheila Standen | Dec 2, 2015 | Poetry
FOREWARD ,ONWARD TO MEEET THE FOE EVER BACKWARD WE LONG TO GO GLINTS OF STEEL FLASH IN THE SUN AND NOW THE COWARDS TURN TO RUN ONLY THE BRAVE STAY ON TO FIGHT THR’O THE DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT THEN DAY WILL COME AND WE SHALL SEE JUST HOW MANY STAYED ON WITH ME I...
by Sheila Standen | Nov 19, 2015 | Poetry
I CAN ONLY STAND AND STARE AT POPPY’S GROWING EVERYWHERE A MASS OF RED & BRILLIANT HUE ON THEIR OWN A FIELD THE POPPIES GREW NO FRIENDLY NEIGHBOUR GREW CLOSE BY BUT ALONE THEY STAND ‘NEATH A BRIGHT BLUE SKY THE FIELD A FLAMING MASS OF RED AS EACH...
