by Paddy Slevin | Oct 16, 2009 | Poetry
Can you hear the bells tolling all over the world For those soldiers, regardless of race, Who went where their duty dictated, And died in that miserable place? We know that United States soldiers, From New Mexico up into Maine, Are bearing the brunt of the conflict...
by Paddy Slevin | Oct 16, 2009 | Poetry
The sky has the hue of the blue of your eyes. And the wind brings its message to me. The corn has the shade of the braid in your hair. And the breeze whispers “Come back to me”. The bells have the ring of the sing in your voice And their chimes tell a story to me The...
by Paddy Slevin | Oct 1, 2008 | Poetry
He never let a teardrop fall Nor trickle down his cheek. It isn’t what a real man does, Tears mark the frail and weak. The sergeant’s stripes upon his arm Said leader strong and bold No sign of weakness shall be shown And frailty’s for the old. But in his mind, that...
by Paddy Slevin | Aug 5, 2008 | Stories
I like Sneinton, it’s got character, and it’s not a bad place to live. It has shops, takeaways, and pubs and is even on a regular bus route to town. But, when the sun begins to shine it can be a dusty canyon and the need to escape to greener places begins to fill my...
by Paddy Slevin | Aug 5, 2008 | Stories
The sixteen tanks began reversing off the ridges where they had been for the last hour. The light was beginning to fade and the sun was casting lengthening shadows over the distant Radfan Mountains. The gunners, sweltering inside those mobile ovens, traversed their...
