by Tom Kelleher | Jun 28, 2008 | Poetry
STORM CLOUDS BLOWING IN THE WIND. O’ER THE RIDGE, ABOVE THE PLAIN. AS THEY MARCHED THROUGH THE MENIN GATE. THROUGH MUD, TO PASSCHENDAELE. THROUGH CRATERS, BODIES, AND BLOOD. THEY WADED THROUGH THE FIELDS OF MUD. FROM THE TRENCHES, SAW TYNECOT. THIS PLACE FOR THEM, IS...
by Tom Kelleher | Jun 28, 2008 | Poetry
WHEN THE FOG OF MOURNING HAS LIFTED, OUR GRIEVING IS FAR FROM DONE. WHY DID THEY HAVE TO LEAVE US? LIFE’S NOT FAIR, BUT IT GOES ON. SO GREAT WAS THE SACRIFICE, YOU PAID FOR, WITH YOUR LIVES. TO THOSE OF US, YOU LEFT BEHIND, YOUR COURAGE, WAS NO SURPRISE. WE SHALL SEE...
