by William Roe | Sep 25, 2023 | Poetry
THE FALLEN The order came, it was to do or die, Soldiers offered a prayer to the sky, To do their duty that fateful day, Cross the battlefield where enemy lay. A hail of bullets, a crash of shell, No-mans land was a living hell, Noise and smell attacked their senses,...
by William Roe | Sep 25, 2023 | Poetry
BLOOD RED POPPIES Poppies, poppies, as far as can be seen, Growing by the wayside or in a foreign field, Blood red and growing in masses wild, Where many a soldiers fate was sealed. Small and fragile like someone’s life, Growing together in a haze of red, In many a...
by William Roe | Sep 12, 2023 | Poetry
There are war memorials all over this land,Silent and cold wherever they stand,As silent as those who paid with their life,Left their loved ones, family or wife,As cold as they ground in which they lay,Probably in some soil so far away.Some were called and some were...
by William Roe | Feb 28, 2022 | Uncategorised
Eighteen years old, my life set for a change,National Service for me, came into rangeTo serve Queen and country when given the date, But there was no vote for me with a say in the State.A week ‘kitting out’ and much lazing about,Time there in limbo before the...
