by Murdock | Mar 31, 2017 | Poetry
Darkness wraps me up again my blanket heavy, soaked with rain Is Churchill’s dog so fond of me? Is guilt and pain my destiny? What demons did my service find to infect body, soul and mind? What sin did I commit for this eternity in dark abyss? Rebuke me, tell me “get...
by Trevor Fozad | Mar 29, 2017 | Poetry
Each magnificent tree could tell a story Of horror and death and sometimes glory Those trees of which some still remain Have seen battles fought in their domain They have seen soldiers giving all they can Seen the bravery of man Seen anger, hatred, blood and gore And...
by Trevor Fozad | Mar 29, 2017 | Poetry
It’s quiet now, the guns have gone The poppies have stayed to remind everyone Of the horror of death And the blood that was spilled by the thousands of men Who went there to be killed. It’s the war to end wars was said by some But it was just a rehearsal for the other...
by Horace Boddington Gibbs | Feb 17, 2017 | Poetry
Sunset-but yet no peace shall bid the day farewell; And what, before the dawn? Sunset-ablaze with beauty; but list the screaming shell, And God’s fair lanscape torn. Night- but still no slumber comes to watchful eyes For war and hate’s afalme; Night-and...
by Horace Boddington Gibbs | Feb 17, 2017 | Poetry
And many have marched the Ypres trail And many have marched and stayed But the silent sentinels* sternly stand And tell no tale of the hero band Who have marched it undismayed. And many have marched the Ypres trail Through the winter’s rain and snow When the grey mud...
