by John Sinclair | Jul 12, 2011 | Poetry
I will help you my friend I will help you to make that final journey The final journey back home For l am heart broken and close to tears I must be strong to help you along Many hands move to help with you As the Chinook flies in and the twin rotors make a mighty...
by John Sinclair | Jun 23, 2011 | Poetry
I close my eyes and l am there I can feel the hot sun on my face And the dust on my skin The weight of my kit as it starts to dig in I see the enemy move into position and they start to fire The bullets whizz by just over our head You better keep low or you will end...
by John Sinclair | Sep 23, 2010 | Poetry
I stand there looking at my child He says to me that l am his hero And that he loves me very much l am rooted to the spot I cannot move for l am close to tears My child reaches out and holds onto my hand As l have held his so many times over the years And he says to...
by John Sinclair | Sep 22, 2009 | Poetry
The mighty oak stands tall and firm He towers above them all He is wise and old And the strongest of them all It takes a lot to make a mighty oak fall The pine tree sways back and forth in the wind Bending this way and that His flexibility is his strength As the wind...
by John Sinclair | Jul 30, 2009 | Poetry
Everyday I wear a mask I smile and say good morning to all I see I am pleasant and always look happy Everyone acknowledges my presence when I walk into a room I am a bright light shining in all this gloom But when I am alone All alone in the dark That is when my...
