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Alan Gower

Poetry

REMEMBRANCE. The Old Soldier.

I saw him walking down the road, With still a lively gait, Going down to the square, He will never miss this date, Today is his reflection, To think of times long past, Young men, joking, laughing, Who thought their lives would last, Far longer than time given, For nothing…
Alan Gower
7th November 2013
Poetry

Remembrance

I watch through misted eyes, The young men of the day, Paying their respects, In their planned military way, There is sense of disbelief, In this strange aggressive time, That we can send young soldiers, To die within their prime. Old boys like me, People with tears, Watch the procession,…
Alan Gower
22nd March 2012
Poetry

Paying Respects.

Soon comes the day, When we pay our respects, To the memory of the Services, Our feelings reflect, The loss and the sorrow, Of loved ones passed by, A glimpse of a life, A tear in our eye. Memories honed, To remember a face, A young life measured, Sometime and…
Alan Gower
6th November 2011
Poetry

Spitfire.

Built by man, For heavenly flight, Soaring, diving, Out of sight, Endless excitement, Twirling bright, Sent against, The Hun’s great might, Screaming down, Out of the Sun, Against all odds, The battles won, Bravery, death’s defiant leap, Appointment with the enemy keep, All hope and aspirations die, From that skirmish,…
Alan Gower
5th November 2011
Poetry

On Patrol

On patrol you find a way, To carry on another day, Aching limbs, muscles cramp, Sweat all day, Clothes all damp, Stinging eyes, wiping brow, Been out here too long now. Still the lads are welded strong, A merry laughing family throng, When it's over I can see, A different…
Alan Gower
22nd July 2011
Poetry

So here I am

So here I am, in the company of myself, Thought that’s the way it would be, Alone on the shelf. But life was transformed, By a meeting of chance, We met at a youth club, I asked you to dance. I looked in your eyes, Saw something so good, I…
Alan Gower
22nd July 2011
Poetry

Over the Top

What happened? A few seconds ago, I answered the call, Over the top we went so, One and all, Young and older, Men and boys, Shoulder to shoulder, A few paces forward, Bullets are flying, Young and older, Falling, dying, Blood on my tunic, Splashing my face, God help me…
Alan Gower
25th June 2011
Poetry

Afghanistan

Young souls venture there, But will they come back, Broken dreams and aspirations, No glory they lack, Loss of mobility, Crazed in the brain, Then we want them, To go back again. Flowers of our Country, Cut down in their prime, The counts in the hundreds, Time after time, Will…
Alan Gower
25th June 2011
Poetry

The Changi Jail Lych Gate.

Carry me under the Lych Gate lads, My time has come to rest, I gave my all for my Country, I tried my very best, Surrender is not easy, It prays upon the mind, To make you look inside yourself, To see what you might find. Carry me under the…
Alan Gower
12th June 2011