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20%

of people exposed to mass violence develop PTSD

8M+

adults diagnosed with PTSD in a given year

more likely — women are disproportionately affected by PTSD

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Lost and Found

I was lost And you found me You walked out of my dreams And into my life And that made all the difference In the world As you entered my life I was all alone in this cruel world And you provided shelter And comfort I did not know what I wanted And you gave me what I...

Say a Prayer or 2

Say a prayer for those soon to be dead For they will not go home smiling They will not hear the bands, See the celebration or relish the glory Say a prayer for those soon to be dead They will not know the pride felt for them Nor enjoy the freedoms their loss upholds...

QUIET MOMENTS

QUIET MOMENTS I go in quiet moments To sit and be still To a place where the birds Fly over the hill I go in quiet moments To stand and to stare Out over green meadows That harbour the hare I go in quiet moments And let the world pass While I languish and lie In the...

A Few Steps from the Road

I breathe the smell of moistened green Twisting, tangled undergrowth neath Dripping canopy of shadow- light; as Foxgloves pierce through, spear like On single stems of royal bells, deep With nectar for searching bees. A Chiff Chaff greets me repeatedly Calling of its...

Lake Formation/Freedom

Lake Formation Canoes strung in shape of a Spanish Fan unfurled cool down summer’s air Freedom Cast out from lake, rushing over the weir The Vyrnwy runs pure and crystal clear Where oak stands tall and the ash leans o’er Deepened soul of water here runs slower Bathing...

THE SEED WE MUST SOW

THE SEED WE MUST SOW There are so many wars and disputes Over things going back to our roots We fight over small bits of land That are filled with nothing but sand Or mountains both barren and bare With no sign of life anywhere We kill those who would be our foe For...

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The Coming Dawn

Though praised by all when you were born The birds were speechless in their song… White-lilac scents the month of May Now warmer days are on their way. How lovely is the month of June With all the roses full in bloom. And, then, the summer comes to pass The trees in...

The Shadow of Angels

St Andrew’s Bridge was where they all came The sad, and the lonely, and the might-have-been To drown in a river with a once-famed name And be laid on a slab till the faculty claimed. And some would come to be ‘hanged til’ death’ And to curse the judge with their dying...

CRAZY AUTUMN NIGHT

The wind blew leaves on pavements, cold They swirled in doorways, dim In desolation now she walked Her thoughts were all of him Though cold and wet she still walked on To where? She did not know She fought so hard to understand Just why he had to go A love like theirs...

Gardenstown – N E Scotland

Gardenstown – N E Scotland North Sea lashes the grey-walled fishing harbour tied up boats never still, ropes straining, constantly fidgeting. Cacophony of clanking rides on waves of the Force 10 gale. Folk in stone washed cottages along Seatown, keep their bright...

GHOST SHIP

GHOST SHIP On tide awash with swirling mist She headed for the shore Her ghostly sails and creaking spars Would surely be no more No earthly being stood aloft To warn of what would be No grizzled sea-dog on his watch To tell the crew to flee Yet still I heard the...

HESITATION

He knew he should go To where she was waiting But still he lay there As if hesitating The bed was so warm And his children stood by So full of his love Trying hard not to cry Then drifting in sleep He was feeling so torn His life had been full But his body was worn As...

War Land

For a million men may fall, And the world can remain, But the smallest of wars, The whole world can change. Sayid clambered nervously over the trench wall. He had been trained and tutored in the art of war, taught the principles of survival, but it wasn’t hypothetical...

To the beach once more

Jack sat up in bed his unseeing eyes staring ahead, his dream-strangled cry fading to nothing. When he reached for the warm comfort of his sleeping wife, as he’d done for fifty-odd years after one of his nightmares, there was only the cold white sheet. You’re a crazy...

Dead Man

Yvette walked around the war memorial pausing to read the names on each panel. Some were familiar but the name she sought was not among them. What had become of Papa? Had he been shot for mutiny? Or cowardice? Or desertion? She sank down on the seat that encircled the...

The bloody bike

Thirty feet of blood soaked tarmac separated the head from the body. I didn’t hear the explosion that threw me and the head across the road, you never do. Just the shockwave, that tosses you like a discarded wrapper, and slams you into the ground. Belfast was tumbling...

The last outlaw

He leaned on the broken down perimeter fence, and gazed across the deserted airfield. In the distance to the south west he could make out the old group H.Q. buildings, now occupied by a construction company. To his right toward the north stood what was left of the...

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"Through my own experiences in talking with the boys and girls about their thoughts on war and how they felt about going into action… through poetry they express themselves with absolute clarity, deep feeling and simplicity. I only have to read 'In Flanders Field' or Kipling's 'Tommy' to fully appreciate and be thankful for the beauty of FLOW. We must never forget them."

Dame Vera Lynn DBE — Our late patron, 1917–2020

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