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Please dont believe the world will end because now you’ve become a Sappers friend Loyal , humorous a bit of a lad A caring loving smashing Dad A loving , providing husband too Who all your life will take care of you. Able to cope with most of the S**t And absorb the...
KITCHENER’S FINGER
We enlisted, signed up, didn’t make a fuss Singing Tipperary we marched off to war, Days of glory ahead were all that we saw. Little did we know of what lay ahead, A man-made place full of death and dread Where heroes stood and cowards fell, There in that stinking...
COMING HOME
I’ve been away at the war, Things are not the same anymore, I don’t sleep well at night, I hear comrades crying out in fright. It’s not what I dreamt about at the front, I’m sorry, but I have to be blunt, I thought of the home that once I knew, While the bombs and...
MUD
Mud. Mud and rain. Mud, rain and noise. This is my whole life now, along with the stench. I’ve lost count of how long I’ve been here now. Occasionally there’s a bit of activity between us and the Hun. Otherwise there’s little change. We all stink, we’ve been in our...
LUCKY’S LANDING
The slap of running feet was muffled by the dawn mist that was settling over the airfield. Airmen ground crew and officers alike ran towards the stricken Hurricane that had landed short of the dispersal area later than the rest of B wing flight. The sound of barking...
‘THE FEW’
Not since the wartime, when I was just a kid, When Jerry came a calling and in the shelter we hid, Now, since the pandemic, I’ve written poems by the score, I’ve come to the conclusion, that I’m not proud or sore. I’m going into battle, with all my poems ablaze,...
THE PHANTOM BOMBER
In the 1940's during the second World War, American bombers were based here by the score, At airfields in East Anglia from where they flew, RAF bomber squadrons were also based there too. Taking off and landing both by day and night, It must have been an awesome...
THE SILENCE
Across the battlefield all was silent, Even the guns had ceased their roar, The terrain looked like hell on earth, Even the birds sang no more. The weeks and months of carnage, When death and agony took its toll, Trench and barbed wire filled the scene, It was as if...
Animal War Memorial
When the horse rears up to canter Off to war, he smells the battle From afar and hears the shouting And the thunder of the captains. On him rattle the quiver, the Flashing spear and the javelin and, With fierceness, he swallows the ground. And on November’s darkening...
Maelstrom to Monochrome
Sinuous in my silk gown, I slip seamlessly though the enveloping white mist, its droplets, glinting like diamonds, caught in the tendrils of my hair. The mist is ice cold, alive and swirling and I am flung around like spun sugar. Scarlet streams of blood, leave my...