Armistice Day

Usually, I would produce a ‘war’ poem for today, a special day in my calendar due to family and friends who have served in the armed forces, but will perhaps instead share an experience from one of my dreams several months ago, that now, in hindsight was always meant to told here. All I can …

‘Cennytaph’.

(Inspired by Rudyard Kipling’s “Tommy Atkins”) Them boys up at Theipval Ridge, Yes, them blokes on the Somme, “What have them boys been up to, Where have them passed and gone?” That short lad ‘e were bare sixteen, Who put that ‘elmet on. “Why’d that young ‘un lie so, ‘Gainst a bugle’s bloody song?” And …