by Rebecca Thomas | Nov 19, 2015 | Poetry
Poppies colours of white,yellow and red, Once layed in the field,a perfect bed, Envy of men became a fight, Both sides fighting for what they thought was right, One side won ending the fight,now the field has returned to its might, Restoring beauty and forgeting the...
by Sheila Standen | Nov 19, 2015 | Poetry
I CAN ONLY STAND AND STARE AT POPPY’S GROWING EVERYWHERE A MASS OF RED & BRILLIANT HUE ON THEIR OWN A FIELD THE POPPIES GREW NO FRIENDLY NEIGHBOUR GREW CLOSE BY BUT ALONE THEY STAND ‘NEATH A BRIGHT BLUE SKY THE FIELD A FLAMING MASS OF RED AS EACH...
by Richard Gildea | Nov 18, 2015 | Poetry
Should darkness reign within the soul of Man By perpetrating deeds none understands Could quickly spread (as only sickness can) Corrupting minds of youth with idle hands In promising rewards beyond held dreams Such evil manifests itself through time Where once...
by Ron Martin | Nov 15, 2015 | Poetry
Why are the leaders of the world so inept? That they continue to allow tyrannies to thrive Why are they not prepared to take action? To ensure that thousands starving to death are kept alive Is it because they appear to be of no value That their countries are not...
by Robin Apthorpe | Nov 15, 2015 | Poetry
We are assembled here again To commemorate, and to gain A remembrance of our brothers lost In conflicts past – all at a cost. Lamentations every year, Though medals won – at price so dear. For King and country bravely fought No admiration here they sought. Those...
by Paul Pearson | Nov 15, 2015 | Poetry
War! War! Mother it’s War! Father, Father please let me answer the call! To go and fight for our glorious King, this great adventure will soon begin. They gave me a uniform, they gave me a gun, they sent me oversees to face the Hun. Rain! Rain! Mud and Rain! Friend...
