Lost through the seasons
The ancient ash has fallen,
She Sercombe to winters messengers,
They whispered their lies through her boughs,
And she fell to the snow queens spells.
Now she lies in coopers croft,
Years and years of wisdom lost,
No more leaves will her branches bare,
Silently the hedgerows stare.
But the holly fights back,
That king of crowns,
Keeps his leaf,
And holds his ground.
The hope stays strong through winters pain,
Until the weather warms to rain,
Then Something inside the branches stirs,
Spring is here pass the word
The Untouched
Heavy hangs the heart of man
who spurns the call of love,
He’ll walk alone forever
lost in some darkened wood,
His heart will dry and harden
like the bark upon the oak,
Leaves will fall around his feet
to form a winters cloak,
No spring will wake his slumber
Or dawn his soul will stir
The seasons take away the hope
That love may well return
Harvest time
The reaper cuts the summer down
The wife stooks the golden crown
The carter takes the load away
The Thatcher makes a Rick of hay
Now the harvests safely in once more
We thank the lord for winters store
For those who never returned
(war poem)
In fields of red,
We mourn our dead,
Lost souls on far off shores,
Marched off from your mother land,
To fight a foreign war!
But fear not brave boys,
Your deeds will never fade or pale,
For all of England owes you much,
As freedom has prevailed
Fight for the fallen
(war poem)
Silent lies the Tommy,
His bullets now all spent,
His bayonet falls motionless,
His helmet carries dents,
But all around his fellow men cry a shriek of rage,
Running at the enemy to avenge the fallen brave
The fellows
(war poem)
Silent sleep the fellows,
Who’s dawn will never rise.
Silent sleep the fellows,
With regret still in his eyes.
Silent sleep the fellows,
Who’s missed the morning call.
Silent sleep the fellows,
Silent sleep the fellows,
Who’s lovers mourn their loss.
Silent sleep the fellows,
Beneath the virgin cross
We’re the boys
(war poem)
We’re the boys who’ll fight for the King,
We’re the boys who’ll save the world,
We’re the boys who’ll squash the bosh,
We’re the boys who’ll fight to the last,
We’re the boys who’ll cry at night,
We’re the boys who’ll long for home,
We’re the boys all alone,
We’re the boys who’ll make no sound.
We’re the boys they never found!
Love and war
(war poem)
In love and war,
One things sure,
My broken heart,
Will find no cure
No friendships words,
or shoulder soft,
Will make amends
For all I’ve lost
The night
(war poem)
I give myself to the night,
At last the stars those envious eyes,
Call in their debt I owe
Then forever in the wilderness
So softly will I go
The widows of war
(war poem)
The silent brave without decoration,
The broken hearted victims that war has stained,
The mothers to fatherless nation.
And what of these orphans of war
Are they to go to a foreign grave
Then who will cry for us the widows of war
Hope
(war poem)
Today I found a flower,
Clinging to the trench,
It brought me hope and happiness
From moments of torment,
It took me from my torture
Carried me back home,
It showed me all my summers,
Where once my heart roamed,
Then shell fire broke my dreaming,
And brought me back to earth,
Now I search forever for the flower in the dirt
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