Stories categorised in 'Poetry'. These stories may contain references to other themes.
Aye, them six-inch squares of paper Cut from Daily Mail Hole poked in and string thro' Hung on a...
After all these years, it is now April 2005, I can visualise part of the huge four engined Halifax bomber...
I lived in Pickering Street, Hulme, Manchester with my mum, dad, brother and sister. Because of the...
And so our crew above the Alps we find At 20,000 feet and flying blind With deadly ice amassing on the...
We later moved Sedburg, climbing mountains with half hundredweight on our back, practising mountain...
Written shortly after the tragedy and before the facts were known, one or two inaccuracies and perhaps...
We prepared sandwiches and flasks of tea, Blankets and pillows as well, For we knew the bombers would come...
In humble tribute to the memory of our comrades who lie in the Cassino War Cemetery. Here, at Cassino War...
The people sang the people danced They threw wood on the fire And many children saw entranced That scene,...
June 1944 There, in the fields of Normandy that June, the poppies grew, A generation onwards from the one...
My father, Edmund F. Scrivener served with 1st Battalion, The Border Regiment, Air Landing Brigade, at...
We just got back form overseas Me and me shipmate Dick Pompey baracks was choc-a-blok Enough to make you...
When I was four and almost a half I loved you with a passion Only experienced by little girls; Best friend...
So down to the shelter the citizens streamed While overhead the searchlights beamed, Striving to pierce the...
Do not call me hero, When you see the medals that I wear, Medals maketh not the hero, They just prove that...
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