by Brenda Maple | Nov 22, 2010 | Poetry
We stand, as poppy petals fall Like crimson drops of blood, For fallen soldiers, one and all, Who died in Flanders’ mud. We contemplate the young lives lost In freedom’s noble cause, The sacrifices and the cost Of conflict, strife and wars. We vow to learn to put an...
by Jim Haynes | Nov 18, 2010 | Poetry
Well I took the shilling and made me mark with a scratch of the sergeants quill, an’ I fell in behind, an’ I marched quick time, an’ I quickly learned me drill. They took me aside, asked if I could ride. Me, who lived behind the plough. I replied. ‘Of course,’ was put...
by Chris Duncan | Nov 16, 2010 | Poetry
For my country I fought I worked hard I took up arms I travelled overseas For my Country I shed blood I took lives I swept up the weak to safety I tackled terrorism For my Country I strived for excellence I trained hard I Went through tough times I went through tough...
by Alice Fiddler | Nov 16, 2010 | Poetry
I remember The teardrops that will not fall, As the gunfire destroys them all Each one that grew will now drop One heart stopping with every shot The daybreak now turns to blood As the bodies of the dead begin to flood The trenches filled with a war marathon The...
by Karl McLeish | Nov 6, 2010 | Stories
“Ladies and Gentleman, in a few moments time we will be arriving into London Euston, our final station call for this journey – all change please” As the train door slid slowly open, he was welcomed to the big smoke. Lifting his suitcase, Karl took a long deep...
