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Dennis Shrubshall

Poetry

Passage of time

As I sit in my chair and close my eyes But it matters not how hard I try I do my best to visualise The years are trying to pass me by In the early years, when times were hard When our worries were Oh! so small We’d always find…
Dennis Shrubshall
21st March 2008
Poetry

The British Soldier

He left the shores of his homeland In the service of the Queen And as we headed out in the Channel Behind us the White Cliffs of Dover seen For the last time perhaps In many a day, or even months or years As he gazed at the wake behind…
Dennis Shrubshall
21st March 2008
Poetry

The Life Man

As my Service Life comes to a close It brings forth a couple of tears Where have they suddenly vanished Those days in 22 years I remember well the day I joined The Service of my choice The forbidding sight of the Guardroom The volume of the Sergeant’s voice We…
Dennis Shrubshall
21st March 2008
Poetry

End of Time Serviceman

As I walked through the gates for the very last time And heard them close behind My eyes were closed by a flood of tears As the thoughts seemed so refined The memories, to me, came flooding back Of happiness and sorrow As I realized that what was past Would…
Dennis Shrubshall
21st March 2008