by David Thompson | Nov 20, 2013 | Poetry
Through the streets of Wootton Basset The soldier’s journey ends This Christmas they’ll be sadly missed By families, mates and friends Our thoughts are with their loved ones In this their time of grief We celebrate their bravery Alas their lives were brief...
by Richard Gildea | Jul 23, 2012 | Poetry
Prop’s are turned then chocks are spurned, we all at once take off in flight With flying jackets, goggles too and scarves of silken creamy white Up and up away we fly, high up above into the skies We’ve prayed our prayers, expressed our cares and bid for sure...
by Richard Gildea | Jul 23, 2012 | Poetry
What’s happened here this day, this hour, I cannot fathom still Yet here I am embroiled in cause, which seeks alone to kill Forgive this action that I take, in faith that’s notwithstanding Of consequences I believe, beyond one’s understanding Searing heat may take my...
