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A Day At The Beach

Training. 

Remember your training!

When the bow ramp drops, charge!

Pull the bolt back, forward, & aim

Pull the trigger, make your enemy quiver!

 

Stop shaking! 

It's just a day at the beach!

There's vomit on me uniform. Is it mine?

Might be Bill's next to me. He's seasick 

Pull the bolt back, forward, & aim

Pull the trigger, make your enemy quiver!

 

Mam's b...

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Please Remember Me

 

For those who sleep from battles lost

And paid, for us, the ultimate cost

 

For all who came back from war

Forever scarred by what they saw

 

The lucky ones, 

      so they say

They got to see 

       another day

 

But their friends who fell

At the toll of death's bell 

Still haunt their dreams

Upon the fields of screams

 

Where poppies now dwel...

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The Last Call

As the yellow mist

rolls across the fields

of slaughter

The young man thinks

Of  his unborn daughter

How would she have looked?

How would she have grown?

Would her heart have been full

From the love he had shown?

Would her smile have been his?

Would her eyes have been blue?

And shimmer in sunlight

like fresh morning dew?

 

Yet, he knew not her mother

Fo...

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Don't Forget

 

The unknown soldier beckons

 

Don't forget, don't forget

 

The lost, who somewhere lie

 

Don't forget, don't forget

 

The grieving family ties

 

Don't forget, don't forget

 

The defeated & the broken

 

Don't forget, don't forget

 

with mental scars unspoken

 

Don't forget, don't forget

 

The veteran in the street

 

Don't forget...

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The Old Garden Gate

A WWI remembrance poem

(First published online for Northern Life magazine 2018)

 

It creaked as he left:

The old garden gate

He’d promised to fix it

But now it was too late

 

Tearful in the doorway

His mother cries out,

‘Do it when you’re back, Billy!’

And of this she has no doubt

 

He waves,

And off to glory are the swathes

Of boys, and men in their pr...

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