by Len Payne | Apr 10, 2009 | Poetry
Do you hear the drums a beating across the highland glen, as the Red Coats they are searching for the Bonny Prince’s men. The lowland traitor Campbell rules in Edinburgh’s Castle keep, while the widows and the children of slain highland warriors weep. The...
by Len Payne | Apr 10, 2009 | Poetry
Consider the poor Signalman, often the butt of jest, but on the square at Catterick he’d put a guardsman to the test, he has to be a marksman, clerk and driver too, you’ll see him in a headset in crushed beret of navy blue, to climb a pole with speed is...
by Len Payne | Apr 10, 2009 | Poetry
Do you hear the drums a beating From a far and distant shore, Do you hear the drums a beating Calling young men off to war, Do you hear the drums a beating Saying send me your very best, Do you hear the drums a beating As they lay them to their rest, Do you hear the...
by Len Payne | Apr 9, 2009 | Poetry
Stately Spanish galleon sailing so sublime, protected by her escorts, three deckers’ of the line, passing in false confidence on the Spanish Lake, for coming are the hunters, led by Francis Drake. The morning mists lay heavy when a voice calls from the shrouds, sail...
by Len Payne | Apr 9, 2009 | Poetry
‘Wot you ‘ome agin Son, when yer goin back, Blimey kid yer got it soft, not like me ‘n uncle Jack, Wern’t yer ‘ome last Chrismis, just arter that convoy run, Life in the Andrews not the same, it’s just a currant bun. ‘Ave yer...
