by Coralie Holmans | Apr 15, 2014 | Poetry
I am a soldier, I’ve travelled a long way, With the cold and the rain, I long for a warm day. The Trenches are muddy, They’re wet and they’re cold, it seems to go through you, right into your soul. As we go, and over the top, I see my friends fall and shot, I cannot...
by Kylie Dowers | Apr 15, 2014 | Poetry
Stand firm in the trenches of Flanders fields. Ready the mortar and let it rain upon the enemy. Send them our grenades and show them our might. Shut out the cold and think of home. Trudge on through the sucking, hungry mud. No matter the risk as long as we win, trench...
by Bobbie | Apr 13, 2014 | Poetry
One hundred years have come and gone Since World War started here Generations have moved on Britain changed for evermore On battlefields, young men lay dead Deprived of life and happy years with wife and child The loss has echoed through the land Oh what folly and...
by Richard Gildea | Apr 10, 2014 | Poetry
Whilst days of ‘Empire’ served to spread the word A wealth of common people felt as one In outrage, at how start of War occurred When ‘Blighty’ and her allies faced the ‘Hun’ Twas stated aim to annexe and demand As neighbour crushed weak neighbour and accrued...
by Richard Gildea | Apr 8, 2014 | Poetry
Whilst caked in mud my bandage ‘holds the line’ Defence from onslaught of a kind, unkind Should banks be breached, twould serve to undermine As blood would seep; then with lost comrades bind Such sorry state doth all confront ‘round here When torn betwixt said...
