by Len Payne | Apr 8, 2009 | Poetry
A jagged spear of lightning splits the pre dawn sky. as half a hundred Englishmen prepare themselves to die, the instant flash of natures light revealed a fearsome sight, of a thousand native warriors that had gathered for the fight. An early morning “stand...
by Len Payne | Apr 8, 2009 | Poetry
Armed at first with broomsticks, or handle from a pick, with cardboard tank, and milkman’s horse, sometimes just a stick, The Home Guard were the last resort should Germany invade, And to the amusement of the village, each Sunday held parade. They suffered much...
by Len Payne | Apr 8, 2009 | Poetry
Strolling down the Ginza, on a little R&R, Laughing with the Go Go girls fronting every bar, With back pay in our pockets and good times on our mind, We set out in earnest to leave the war far behind. Dropping in at Rosie’s to sink a beer or three, In...
by Len Payne | Apr 8, 2009 | Poetry
If you wear the “butchers apron” then you’re my kind of guy, for you were in Korea when the bullets began to fly, we were called to the land of the Morning Calm in 1951, to help put out a fire the North Korean’s had begun. We landed down in Pusan and...
by Len Payne | Apr 7, 2009 | Poetry
Canopies of silk float from darkened sky, Dropping on to targets, where hidden dangers lie, The ground rushes up to meet you to halt your swift decent, As you prepare yourself for impact, breath held, and knees bent. All at once you’re on the ground, you execute a...
