Poetry

ATS Reminiscences.

Overalls, too large, which reached to the flour, Plus the caps on our heads, was all that we wore... This...

Evacuee

We stayed in a cottage up north Mum, sister and me To the locals we were foreigners at best Evacuee We...

Dunkirk - a Poem

Destroyer, cruiser, steamer, smack, they all had done their share, upholding British prestige high,...

'My Grandad' - A Poem by George Smith

My Mam and Dad did tell me, But what was it all for, Well, son, we fought for King and country, Our...

One Hectic Night. A Poem by Norris Trout

There was a whistling of bombs then loud explosions At that moment life or death walked hand in hand All...

Living through war years

Going an errand for mother - the year was 1943 A ration book clutched in my hand - also money to purchase...

Ack Ack

We stood there in the darkness of the night Steel helmets firmly set upon our heads The sky suddenly lit by...

Staff Pilot's Lament

And instead of being shot down by Nazis, my pupils drove me to despair, Thus was my service rewarded, my...

Wartime Pier (Poem)

Some are in khaki and some are in blue Some are in sweaters and slacks, Gunners and signallers, pilots and...

BENEATH THE STAIRS

The night is dark, searchlights high, A sleeping child at rest am I, But sirens sound to break the peace,...

THE COLOUR BLUE

How many people in Barnet Have heard of the Wellhouse Have you. Blue wore the Matron and Sisters And...

POOR OLD DUCE

His master, Hitler, won't let up, Once Musso thought he was a mate, But Adolf sold the Wop a pup,...

My Wartime Memories

Living in London in the midst of the blitz Bombs fell around us while we tried to sleep... I remember to...

The Last Time I Saw You

You told me the unforgettable story of the young officer who stood alone through the dances you attended at...

For your Freedom

I hid so many times from a bear larger then me, I hid against the will of my own country and king,...

Repatriation

The white Capetown Castle, the orderly queue, the bells and the whistles, the shouts of the crew, the jokes...

A Goggelers’ Song.

Them that takes no chances, isn't going to die; ’Gainst the wall, my darling, while the...

Wartime Newspaper (Poem)

Mosquitoes were out over Holland again, Attacking the docks and the port installations, Intruders flew...

The Little Ships

Faint morning stars are slowly receding, The moon has grown pale in her silver-seeped nest, Another new day...

My Grandad's poem he kept from the war

None, but just a very few Coming back from Arhnem's hell. Through the ages yet to come, They will speak...

In memory of Joan Buckler

Life, full and overflowing Has been mine Since a draft declared me "Vice Buckler" Young and...

Military Tattoo: A Poem by Lance Sgt Carswell read at the Military Tattoo

This poem was sent to London and was read at the Military Tattoo at Earls Court July 1997, in the presence...

Past Times

We would take bottles of cold tea with us and sandwiches and play in the hedgerow. When the tiny English...

Still Dancing

When I returned home to Hatfield, At the local community centre after dinner; Checking notices a...

SALUTE TO THE SCOTTISH INFANTRY

Gey sad was I, when I left hame tae fecht against the Hun I never thoucht I'd be sae lang awa’...

Who Is It. A Poem by Norris Trout

WHO IS IT by Norris Trout. On a Red Sea shore, on a track of sand An ack ack gun site takes...