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FAR FROM HOME
Please donate a gift for our troops abroad, Just something small…something you can afford. A comb, or toothbrush, or bar of soap, To boost morale, and offer some hope. Marooned at Christmas, far from home, In a war torn battle zone; No home comforts, close to touch,...
As bullets blow poppies grow
What the poppies are for. As bullets blow poppies grow, Disturbed ground lies row on row. In No Man’s land the poppies burn, Machines will fire and the ground will churn. Kneel down get on your knees, Don’t worry about the mud and flees. Pray for those who fought in...
THE POPPY
The genus Papava, in a field of swaying corn, Vivid against the ripened gold; Or scattered randomly, along the hedgerows, Petals at risk from the morning cold. Symbolic of the gallant fighting forces Alone, in the mud bogged trenches, These scarlet heads sway in...
BATTLE OF BRITAIN
The drone of the aircraft Flying over our shore Was a regular sound During the Second World War. Though, our brave young men Had other thoughts, As they gave their lives In the battles fought. “Scramble” rang out Round the South East’s fields; Men took to the skies…...
OUR BOYS
In muddy trenches, amid putrid stenches, Lost, in some foreign field; With enormous pack, strapped on tired back, Our brave young boys were killed. With just a rifle, they tried to stifle, Onslaught, from the opposition; With bullets flying, they never stopped trying...
Memorial Day
The determined soldiers were extremely brave But now they lie in love in their grave. The injured fighters are in our memory Whilst they rest deep in a cemetery. The soldiers showed us good, Sadly we knew they had to shed blood.