A place where gravestone stand arrayed Like a phantom army on parade Stand close to me and patience keep...
Used to dream at eventide Of England quiet and green. He would swear with all the boys About "this Army...
The called him "Daddy-Long-Legs". His limbs were built to run... Skinny little matchstick boy....
Daddy has had your medals, since he was a lad, Say,s he remembers when you went away, And the good times...
I Dream of Home So Often And The One That I Adore My Slippers There Neath The Old Armchair And The Carpet...
There's none can say Some will find happiness, days bright and gay For others, naught but misery and...
It broke my heart when I must leave you, And I knew you felt the same, But when duty calls one must...
Of course there were tears at the station but adventure took us by the hand, and into the country we...
Do not call me hero, When you see the medals that I wear, Medals maketh not the hero, They just prove that...
When sirens sound we lie In rows under the bed As the nightly bombers Throb overhead. My father's...
I paused awhile on Bittern Street....
The metal scarred the roadside, the windows were all smashed, the large white clock upon the wall had...
This poem is dedicated to all those who never came back,including my dad.These would be their words to this...
A young sergeant pilot lay dying, At the end of a bright sunny day, Turning round to his comrades, These...
Dark night And torches shine Pencil slim Into the night Criss-crossing Each other Like sword fencers...
Houses bombed, people hurt But they knew what to do A gallant pair my dear old dad and his whistle which he...
The tyrant's hordes are on the run His dream of power is fading fast Swift as the setting of the sun...
Throwing ears the siren's way and bringing Suddenness to the dark under-stairs space We squat on stools...
Fifty five years ago this week, Little boats sailed from the creeks, through canals, down the rivers, to...
Gas masks and kisses, Roped-up old cases; Going to Granny's, Granny in Cardiff. Geoff Gaskill I was...
Woke to find you home again and thanked the gods for weather change. Woke to find a telegram, then flowers...
This are poem was written during the war by George Smith of Hull and sumbitted by his daughter Janet....
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