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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...
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‘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...
Autism aND Me
Autism Spectrum Disorder is a term that I dislike, it makes me feel I’m damaged, like an old and broken bike. Unlike that old and broken bike I’m actually on fire, I think of many different things, I create, and I inspire. Tenacious and fixated, and...
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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
