by Alex Roissetter | Apr 6, 2009 | Poetry
There is a great king on a hill, I left his halls naught half a century and one past, And I ride the fate of time still, Thinking that he will forever last. After a long battle with the beast, I had to rest, And the kind king bade me a bed to stay, And as I wondered...
by Len Payne | Apr 6, 2009 | Poetry
The bugle calls us to attend What must be done before days end, In ranks we form in ordered stance, Until the bugle sounds advance. Gone now are jokes and carefree banter The bugle calls for us to canter, From the canter now the charge The flashing guns now looming...
by Len Payne | Apr 6, 2009 | Poetry
Gathered in a training room, May of fifty-one, Attempting to grasp the workings of the light machine gun. The instructor looked exasperated at our lack of ken, As he sighed, and tried one more time, to impart the workings of the Bren. There are, he said, five main...
by Len Payne | Apr 6, 2009 | Poetry
With singing in their hearts and coal dust in their veins, The hardy Rhonda miners came aboard the crowded trains, They came altogether, father, brother, uncle, son, Called to the Colours, to fight the dreaded Hun. From Powys and from Gwynedd that bounds Caernarfon...
by Len Payne | Apr 6, 2009 | Poetry
Lacy ribbons of vapour trails criss cross the morning sky, Tracing the path of fighter planes and young men born to fly, They took off at dawns first light and climbed into the heights, Eager to see the Hun come into view, in the cross hairs of their sights. From...
by Len Payne | Apr 5, 2009 | Poetry
Creased and faded photographs, chronicles of the past, Half forgotten faces, friendships built to last, The faces smiling back at me with laughter in their eyes, Were bonded by the regiment, the strongest of all ties. Treading in the footsteps of bygone men at arms,...
