by Sheila Weekes | Nov 14, 2008 | Poetry
A beautiful field of blood red poppies Many thousands of young, bright blooms But who can look and not remember Endless names all carved on tombs In every remote corner of the world Where some mother’s son still lies Unmarked, unknown and far from home Beneath strange...
by Sheila Weekes | Nov 14, 2008 | Poetry
I stand for my country, flag, and home Proudly I honour them all I will do my best to face what’s there Praying to God that I won’t fall Saying goodbye was the hardest part Leaving all those I love behind I know I am one of the luckiest guys To have a special girl on...
by Sheila Weekes | Nov 12, 2008 | Poetry
Too many faces, too much heartache Far too many families left in pain Who is to blame? What is the reason? Once again our world has gone insane All of them young, with life before them Old wars, new wars, young people die It’s always been so, down through the ages The...
by Sheila Weekes | Nov 12, 2008 | Poetry
She is a very special angel sent down from God on high She only got her wings today and here’s the reason why God wanted to send a very precious gift from up above To cast the petals on the waters to show his tender love For all our sailors in the world who have been...
by Sheila Weekes | Nov 12, 2008 | Poetry
The navy was my dear Father’s life, And the sea was his rival and friend The wintry waters around the UK Would welcome him at each trips end Steel grey churning with white caps racing The tide crashed against the rocks ashore In daylight hours the screech of the sea...
