by Susan Pullar | Mar 27, 2008 | Poetry
Northern Ireland is beautiful and green, But now the true beauty can never be seen, Because as soon as they start enjoying the view, They find themselves stuck in a queue For one of our V.C.P.s. If the locals could see things as we do, They would never moan about...
by Susan Pullar | Mar 27, 2008 | Poetry
And it’s Bomb Watch time again, Where we walk about with the men, Where we meet hostile people, As we pass the church steeple, And we wonder when it will end. Armagh is a historic city, But don’t you think it’s a pity, When you walk about, Whenever you go out, And see...
by Susan Pullar | Mar 27, 2008 | Poetry
A soldier stood on the corner of the street, watching the world go by, He wonders who, next he will meet, or if he’s next in line to die, He stands there not for the fun of his health, instead he’s gambling with his life, Wondering what fate has in store for him, or...
