by Ruairidh Bryant | Nov 18, 2016 | Poetry
The war is over, And now we mourn, For our friends that have fallen, We stand here alone. The poppies sway, On the scarred countryside, Torn by the battle, Where they laid, now gone. We remember them, For the blood that they shed, As red as a poppy, We will never...
by Judy Martin | Nov 16, 2016 | Poetry
He wanted to serve his country And do his duty as a man He signed up for the Army Just as soon as the war began He just had his nineteenth birthday And was at the start of his adult life He had found the perfect woman That was going to be his wife She asked him not to...
by Stuart Burton | Nov 10, 2016 | Poetry
My poppy I wear with pride. Please don’t try and make it about politics or religion. This is why I wear with pride. Poppies are red for all the blood that is spilled on the battlefields. Poppies have green leaves to represent the grass where all the fallen are...
by Christopher Rann | Nov 10, 2016 | Poetry
A single tear rolled down his cheek, He could not breathe, he could not speak, The wind was cold, he did not mind, His comrades dead and he was blind. A hand reached out and took his own, And gently placed it on the stone, The names he felt were those he knew, And...
by Russell J Carr | Nov 8, 2016 | Poetry
My heart is weary from the grieving it has done For the sacrifices by our living and of our dead who have gone There seems to be no end to this death and misery What on earth can we mortal do to stop this tragedy The search for justice and trust in God, are the words...
