We Fought Them on the Beaches

We fought them on the beachestheir guns did surely reach us how we destroyed them in the airstopped them bombing without a care we chased their glory on the seathere was no mind to let it flee shells and fire, sank with all its menwatery grave, not seen again finally, victory is mine and yourstheContinue reading “We Fought Them on the Beaches”

Winter’s Walk

The crisp and frosty leaves do laylike nature’s carpet all the waythey crunch and crunch under the boottill dense wood joins and churn to mud. Beech trees shed nuts on the groundand squirrels leave the shells aroundanother sound is played by trodden foota sharp crisp, crunchy one of empty nut. We reach the shrubs alongContinue reading “Winter’s Walk”