by Ron Martin | Feb 10, 2016 | Poetry
In the distance the guns could be heard, and they knew the battle had begun Their bayonets had had been fixed, and it would soon be time to make their run Many bodies would soon be lying in the Flanders’ mud Could such a little piece of foreign land be worth so much...
by Murray Stewart | Jan 31, 2016 | Poetry
There’s a chair around our table Where my father used to eat Before they sent him off to war And blew him off his feet A captain and a clergyman Came and knocked our door And told my mum that dad Would not be coming home no more My mum she worked her fingers...
by Millie Maynard and Martha Hinds | Dec 9, 2015 | Poetry
One bright day I went for a jog, and bumped into an elderly lady walking her dog. Her poppy fell off and fell to the ground, but she just bent down and picked it up without making a sound… “Why do we wear a poppy?” I turned to say, “We all wear...
by Sali Thomson | Dec 9, 2015 | Poetry
Remember Every Man, Every Man Buried, Every life Ruined.
by Rebecca Thomas | Nov 19, 2015 | Poetry
Poppies colours of white,yellow and red, Once layed in the field,a perfect bed, Envy of men became a fight, Both sides fighting for what they thought was right, One side won ending the fight,now the field has returned to its might, Restoring beauty and forgeting the...
