by Leslie de la Haye | Mar 26, 2010 | Poetry
Now we rest our heads in bloody hands, For friends we have lost as grains of sand, Sit weary on the burdened soul, That so many die for their country’s goal, To help cleanse this earth of tyrant’s ill, That innocent wanders free at will. Death then did close their...
by Imogen Spiby | Mar 23, 2010 | Poetry
What do poppies mean to me? At this time of year, Its all I see. We wear them as a badge Of pride. Smart soldiers Standing side by side. They left their children and their wives and went out there and gave their lives. So we remember the 11th hour with this very...
by Paul Birch | Mar 4, 2010 | Poetry
One of those mornings, and the sky is down, hanging from wires and the old brigades, gently blurring the edges of the town. People gather quietly, in the rain. Some for the hundredth time, while others test their mettle, holding fast as the black wave comes on –...
by Luke Plummer | Jan 21, 2010 | Poetry
We wear the poppy every year For British people who fought in war Across the lands were blood and gore All the guns firing loud But still the people who fought were proud Even though they might not come back They did it for their country So we wear the poppy to...
by Pat Williams | Jan 7, 2010 | Poetry
When we say our farewells to dear Granddad On that day when the Lord calls him home Will you remember his youth as a soldier Or recall just a tired old man We remember Montgomery and Churchill The outrageous like Lawrence live too Not the Jones or James, the Browns or...
