The front line is fighting hardNightingales every onetending to the sicknot knowing when time’s donebraving every day the enemyuntil the day will come, when we’ll rejoiceand thank them every onethe Nightingales on the wardsin homes and all, bar nonewe’ll thank them for their valourby them the war is won. we owe them everythingthose that riskContinue reading “Nightingales”
Not the end, just the future.
Christmas time for peace and joyoh, look mum another toycan I have sweets, there’s a bunch?not until you’ve had your lunch. Dinner comes, is there enough?one hour later all are stuffedhave a rest or sleep all wemust be ready for our tea. Buns and pastries, cake and piesbiscuits and trifle before your eyeswhere to go,Continue reading “The Festive Feasting”
No-one down the town looking for a treatall skint shoppers now rest their weary feetshopping frenzy over, time to take a breathplaces empty there is no money left. Walking through the town what a lonely placewhere are they? Not a solitary facemince pies on the shelves down at the local storepeople stare in horror,Continue reading “Christmas Aftermath”
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”
The wind will blow and trees will bend and bowthe blades of grass will dance their gentle swaythe pond ripples like gentle rings of silkand ears of corn will move and bob all day. A gentle breeze is felt to cool the browwhen summer sun is blazing in its higha gale will tell you buttonContinue reading “The Wind”