by Wendy Shone | Oct 8, 2007 | Poetry
Life is lost and people cry Why so many have to die War causes such bitter pain Loved ones never seen again Ask the ones what they saw They will tell what is war Pain, blood many lives lost War is nothing but human cost Death and suffering all around So many bodies...
by Wendy Shone | Oct 8, 2007 | Poetry
The haunting battlefield where the poppies grow Stands a ghostly soldier we all should know Standing tall still and fast Remembering his painful bloody past Slowly, slowly he drops to his knees He whispers a prayer into the breeze Fellow soldiers that fought by his...
by Wendy Shone | Oct 8, 2007 | Poetry
The silhouette of a soldier lingers in the theatre of war Wandering aimlessly searching for friends once lost Tears of sorrow glisten on his grubby blood spattered cheeks Hollow darkened eyes penetrating deep into the distance Rivers of blood once flowed through the...
by Wendy Shone | Oct 8, 2007 | Poetry
Poppies are the colour red They represent all the dead Men who died to save their world Men whose relatives are very proud The tears that have been cried Could fill a river far and wide Memories of the ones we love Linger in flight like a...
by Wendy Shone | Oct 8, 2007 | Poetry
Evening calm, evening still Is this a time, a time to kill War means nothing but cold death Relatives lay a poppy wreath Memories always linger on Remember them with a song Sing their praises, sing their plight Let’s never again have to fight War means nothing but...
