Poetry

I remember the Battle of Britain

"I remember when barrow boys hawked through our roads, Bellowing loudly and selling their loads Whilst...

THE GROCER'S LAMENT

We've just run out of pork and beans, we can't get any more from Heinz Though that's a thing we...

First Jump

On the edge of Tatton Park on a cold winters day we felt welcomed by the Ladies of the good old YMCA....

Tip and Run Raid

While bombs were falling, sirens wailing, people running, screaming, in distant parts of the country, Pete,...

Wartime Memory: Snowdon on VE Day

A friend, Henry Cutner and I, decided we would celebrate the first day of peace by climbing Snowdon, which...

Poem 'Egytian Holiday' by George Smith

But for all these hardships, we've no worries or cares, The newspapers call us the English...

A Cuppa

It had become a routine, same time every night Sirens wailing We grab our things, clamber into the shelter...

2nd World War in North London

The local school, was bombed, it blew up the hall, Most times we slept through it all. Fire bombs fell, set...

V.E.Day (Victory In Europe.) From The Eyes Of A child.

The bombs whistled down with a bang and a crump, The guns thundered back with a scream and a thump, The...

Fred Karno's Airforce

The monsoon started yesterday, the wet mud filled my welly, They tell me it lasts weeks and weeks and...

Warchild

Granny told me. A neighbour looks after me while the pram in the hall is filled like my friend's with a...

War - a poem by Billy Foster

This poem was found in between the leaves of an old register by archivists from the Public Records Office...

Evacuee (Poem)

If we press our hands much tighter saying prayers, Maybe Jesus will hear us when we pray. Villagers come to...

Poem: A War-time Childhood

We lived in other people's houses, Mum and I; Some untidy, others neat unto obsession; Some smelled of...

Cambes Wood

I saw the woods of Cambes appear In the light of early morn And riflemen waiting to advance Across the...

Ada The Braider

No nets now hang across terrace ands wide And Ada the braider the poor lass has died. If you listen, on the...

The Eleventh Hour.

One November morning,in the centre of the town,A crowd stood by the statue in the square.A small girl and...

An Benntreth Anzio/The Beach-head Anzio

As the enemy planes were attacking our people in force from the sky, And to the beach-head in silence our...

Weekend Pass

The train stopped short of Sheffield, as bombs came thudding down, The flashes, flames and gunfire seemed...

Ronnie's Dad

"Lost, presumed dead," Is what the Hibberts were told, Just thinking of Ronnie's Dad Made me...

Poem.. THE AFRICA STAR

FOR THOSE WHOSE BATTLEFIELDS WERE IN THE SKIES,WHO FOUGHT THEIR DEADLY DUELS ABOUT THE SUN,AND TOOK THE...

NO MORE

No rising at Reveille, no going on P.T. No blasted Sergeant-Major bawling “Shun” No more...

The Spitfire

50 years ago this year The end of World War Two, We think about these same young men Now famous as "The...

Poem "The Bus Run"

Remember the bus runs during the war, to Monaghan or Dundalk....

Normandy - A Poem

Naval guns bombardment, shattering the dawn sky, Whistling of shells falling, and exploding close by,...

On Leaving Cabbala (H.M.S.)

Soon, we shall no longer be in this Nautical Academy, No more “Coders” dashing by, Long of...