by Chris Dickson | Oct 25, 2013 | Poetry
It’s cold outside, the winters here It’s always cold this time of year. We stand outside as winter blows in silence next to white stone rows. So many people come here too All come to show we remember you. Our fallen warriors, heroes all Whose names are etched upon the...
by Chris Dickson | Feb 10, 2012 | Poetry
What can you fit into a lifetime my friend? How long is a life time anyway? What can you fit into a year or six months? Or what can be crammed into today? There are those who will squeeze in ten gallons of life And some who are content with a pint or two There are...
by Chris Dickson | Feb 8, 2012 | Poetry
Dear Mum, “To War” they cried, we went “Dig deep” they said, we dug “Stand To” they shouted, we stood “Fix Bayonets” the order, we fixed “Wait for the whistle” the cry, we did “Over the Top” the command, we climbed “Keep going boys” the shout, we marched “Stay in the...
by Chris Dickson | Jan 28, 2011 | Poetry
I remember when I was really small I looked up at him, he was ten foot tall He played with me and made me smile These memories of a little child…….. He taught me how to play football He picked me up when I would fall He encouraged me in all I did These...
by Chris Dickson | Sep 1, 2010 | Poetry
Get out of bed, slurp coffee, wash and dress. Get into the car, main road, traffic, stress. Put the radio on, listening to the news. Raining now, I’ve caught the workday blues. I’m walking in the office, turning the computer on. I’m sorting out the things that are...
