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Bobbie

Poetry

A Name On the Menin Gate

A Name on the Menin Gate He went to war like a lamb My Great Uncle Daniel Blindly walking into the Lion’s Den Did he think it was a lark? Or just happy to play his part A war to end all wars Over by Christmas they said Those with…
Bobbie
5th January 2022
Poetry

One hundred years have come and gone

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 foolishness has Man!…
Bobbie
13th April 2014
Poetry

Wishing on a Star

If I could find the shining star That marked where Jesus lay I would take it much further East So many miles away I would hope that same star That shone so bright that night Lighting the candle Still burning strong Which bought the Earth to life Would come again…
Bobbie
1st January 2012
Poetry

The Twilight Zone

There is a well kept secret A place no one wants to go It’s called the Twilight Zone You enter it alone Nobody wants to know When you’re in the Twilight Zone All you have to do For people to fearful of you Is to mention in one breath ‘Injury’…
Bobbie
4th February 2010
Poetry

The telling

It is early in the morning Another day is dawning At the preying time As the army wife lies Fitfully Sleeping Suddenly she hears A sound she dreads And fears At the family door A flash of shock hits her Like the bullet which Killed her husband A few short…
Bobbie
31st October 2009
Poetry

A Forlorn Call

Whatever happened to the English? To the “mustn’t grumble” generation With their patient, little smiles Forbearing and slightly rueful It used to be a pleasure Walking down the road The morning sun reflected In smiles from people you meet Now everyone is complaining Is envious and greedy Eying other people…
Bobbie
30th August 2009
Poetry

Words on a Tombstone in Arnhem

“His life a beautiful memory His death a silent grief.” Walking around a war cemetery one day My eyes caught some words etched on a stone Two lines, that’s all they were: so full of grief! Those words said so much – so beautiful beyond belief A life cut down…
Bobbie
30th August 2009
Poetry

Parting

Goodbye is such a little word Not difficult to pronounce Not difficult to spell Oh, but, so difficult to say The word sometimes sticks in your throat Through your tears All the things you meant to say Left unsaid Goodbye is a word-bomb Devastating your life Feeling desolation, something ending…
Bobbie
12th June 2009
Poetry

Rorke’s Drift

And did those feet in Victorian times March through that thick, brown sand so fine? Red coats marching through the hot sun In time? And does the ring of those fine Welsh voices Still ring? In that uplifting way only the Welsh sing? As battle raged and bullets pinged Through…
Bobbie
9th February 2009
Poetry

What is a Soldier to Me?

What is a Soldier to Me? When I see a person in olive green In the street, or on a TV screen It takes me back to knights of old The feats of Agincourt years ago And then to Wellington’s brave band Who drove Napoleon from Spanish lands And thence…
Bobbie
19th December 2008