by Lynda Hall | Nov 24, 2016 | Poetry
It’s quiet now, where once the Solders trod Now he lies under a simple white cross. Where are the words “Known Only To God” It’s quiet now, the guns have ceased He got what he wanted, eternal peace It’s quiet now, save for the sound of birds In this peaceful garden we...
by Lynda Hall | Nov 24, 2016 | Poetry
Leave his chair by the fire He’ll be back any day I’ll be home by Christmas lass That’s what he’d say But Christmas has gone Other boys have come home Yet I sit by the fire oh so alone Kiss the babies goodnight for me There‘s a job I must do Keep your chin up be brave...
by Robert Carson | Nov 21, 2016 | Poetry
While with a quiet, uncommon grace The Eden flows through time and place.. The park sits silent hushed and still St Michael’s stands upon the hill. How with a curse, a kicking goad Off into history they once rode. Where a garrison honed the art of slaughter A bishop...
by Ruairidh Bryant | Nov 18, 2016 | Poetry
The war is over, And now we mourn, For our friends that have fallen, We stand here alone. The poppies sway, On the scarred countryside, Torn by the battle, Where they laid, now gone. We remember them, For the blood that they shed, As red as a poppy, We will never...
by Judy Martin | Nov 16, 2016 | Poetry
He wanted to serve his country And do his duty as a man He signed up for the Army Just as soon as the war began He just had his nineteenth birthday And was at the start of his adult life He had found the perfect woman That was going to be his wife She asked him not to...
by Robert Carson | Nov 11, 2016 | Poetry
Once you played host to a Queen Who licked her lips and looked serene. And, now, you’re home to George and Laura And Brodie, the dog, whose coats so shiny She must be buffed-up twice times nightly, The regimental mascot she could be Like sunlight glinting through a...
