by Unknown at Present | Dec 12, 2007 | Poetry
It was the night before Christmas he lived all alone in a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone I had come down the chimney with presents to give and to see just who in this home did live I looked all about a strange sight I did see No tinsel no presents not...
by Unknown at Present | Oct 17, 2007 | Poetry
The flash, the bang, the brick dust, the smell of acrid smoke; The soldier was just sitting there; had all that been a joke? The instant, searing pain had gone and now he looked around; The buildings and the streets had gone no pavements on the ground. He looked...
by Unknown at Present | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
What did I do, sonny, in the Great World War? Well, I learned to peel potatoes and to scrub the barrack floor. I learned to push a barrow and I learned to swing a pick, I learned to turn my toes out, and to make my eyeballs click. I learned the road to Folkestone, and...
