by John G | Apr 12, 2009 | Poetry
How many names will be written on the granite panels? My father’s comrade, who fell beside him, is written there. Marching with my father in Nashville’s Veteran’s Day Parade Almost never born, walking in Sgt Keith Patterson’s place; Supporters waved and cheered for...
by Len Payne | Apr 9, 2009 | Poetry
The villages and towns that dot the Channel coast, Were once the meeting place of two opposing hosts, Where now pleasure boats bob gently upon silvered waves, Good then met evil to set free Nazi slaves. Gentle waves lap softly upon the pristine shore, Where a scant...
by Len Payne | Apr 5, 2009 | Poetry
Speak not to me of heroes nor deeds of daring do, for every tale that you unfold brings tears of sorrow too, the mother and the widow that are left to grieve alone, have little time for medals and flesh as cold as stone. The warmth of their loved ones the bugles...
by Mary Whitsell | Apr 5, 2009 | Poetry
The dreary farm is lost in clouds of dust And makeshift uniform, chafing thighs With cheeks aflame, you’ve posed for tintype And heard impassioned speeches, rousing words You traded weary work-a-day for this: For cheek-by-jowl with shopkeeper And German tailor’s son,...
by Mark Christmas | Apr 1, 2009 | Poetry
“I made the Papers today, Page six, last column, Right hand page. That’s me there, yes, Twenty three, young wife, Two beautiful daughters. I know its only eight lines, But what do you expect? I’m not that famous. Just a young man, A Father, a Son, a Soldier, Killed...
