by Roy Barwise | Jun 26, 2009 | Poetry
“Is it in Kent”? Somebody said “No, it’s in France; it’s full of the dead” “Is it up north? Or down in the south?” “No, it’s a river, it’s wide in the mouth” “Is it quite young? Can it grow old?” “No, it’s fast flowing, it’s dashing and bold” “Is it blue water?, does...
by Roy Barwise | Jun 26, 2009 | Poetry
The sky is black, it’s the 1st of july The thunder of guns is about to die The whine of shells will stop for a time To allow the silence to reach it’s subline The men in the trenches are ready to go Awaiting an order from an n.c.o Loaded with kit, rifles to shoulders...
