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Jim Bell

Poetry

BATTLE OF BRITAIN

The drone of the aircraft Flying over our shore Was a regular sound During the Second World War. Though, our brave young men Had other thoughts, As they gave their lives In the battles fought. “Scramble” rang out Round the South East’s fields; Men took to the skies… Many were…
Jim Bell
13th November 2014
Poetry

FAR FROM HOME

Please donate a gift for our troops abroad, Just something small…something you can afford. A comb, or toothbrush, or bar of soap, To boost morale, and offer some hope. Marooned at Christmas, far from home, In a war torn battle zone; No home comforts, close to touch, The smallest gesture…
Jim Bell
13th November 2014
Poetry

THE POPPY

The genus Papava, in a field of swaying corn, Vivid against the ripened gold; Or scattered randomly, along the hedgerows, Petals at risk from the morning cold. Symbolic of the gallant fighting forces Alone, in the mud bogged trenches, These scarlet heads sway in Summer breeze, A jewel, beside rustic,…
Jim Bell
13th November 2014
Poetry

OUR BOYS

In muddy trenches, amid putrid stenches, Lost, in some foreign field; With enormous pack, strapped on tired back, Our brave young boys were killed. With just a rifle, they tried to stifle, Onslaught, from the opposition; With bullets flying, they never stopped trying To overcome the appalling condition. Khaki clad…
Jim Bell
13th November 2014
Poetry

NEVER FORGET…

The meandering Thames flows through the cities midst, Lapping gently against the shore. Beside Tower Bridge, in the castle’s moat, A commemoration to lives, lost in the harshest of wars. It is one hundred years since the start of the conflict, And the four year long battle began; When young…
Jim Bell
11th November 2014
Poetry

BATTLE WEARY

Khaki clad men ran, stooped, through the trenches maze; Avoiding shells, that aimed to end their days; Through mud and muck, and rat infestation, Past shrieking comrades, fallen, with no sedation. Weapons carried, ready to fire, When called upon, from their rancid mire. Barbed wire festooned, in barbaric coils, Planks…
Jim Bell
11th November 2014
Poetry

SACRIFICE

SACRIFICE Boots and tunics clogged,with clinging mud, Comrade’s bodies, falling with devastating thud. Amid the acrid, stomach churning stenches, Brave young men, fought from the trenches. Rifles loaded, ready to fight, They guarded their lines, with all their might. Helmets, battle-scarred, shielded their heads; Their arms were their pillow -…
Jim Bell
11th November 2014