by Vicki Lines | Feb 11, 2010 | Poetry
Gently swaying, bobbing heads in the breeze, Delicate petals, so vividly red. One more wounded soldier falls to his knees, Blending poppies alive with poppies dead. Fighting Taliban in Helmand province, Far too much at stake to accept defeat. It is farmers the west...
by Vicki Lines | Feb 11, 2010 | Poetry
The empty army boots, a reminder that you are gone, Recently given but still dusty from the mud, No longer in these hard army boots will your feet march on, Part of you left on the boots, staining of your blood. How I was fascinated by your odd misshapen toes,...
by Vicki Lines | Feb 11, 2010 | Poetry
I am not a coward; I just do not want to die Fighting for politicians that deceive and lie Put their loved ones on the front line, and let them fall Before they implement a policy that affects us all I am not a coward; I won’t fight without a vest Their expense claims...
by Vicki Lines | Feb 18, 2009 | Poetry
From a nurse, Vicki Lines Retired from the 2nd Royal Tank Regiment, my identity has gone, Pangs of loneliness, isolation the nights are long. I’ve seen my comrades wounded, fallen at my feet, Now dumped in this no-mans land called Civilian Street. I have fought...
