We, glorious dead beneath the mournful skies, did march in ranks where now poppies softly weep, to battles where the iron tempest flies, and from death’s cold hand our fleeting lives would reap. We left behind the warmth of hearth and kin, to face the horrors that no heart should know, in trenches where the…
Sacrifice (Wayne Taylor, Bonavista) From harbours, islands, coves and bays From tickles, reaches, capes and bights Where peaceful labour marked the days And quiet darkness ruled the night They came in numbers, country wide Enlisting at the nation’s call Because some foreign prince had died And war had cast its violent pall For king and…
The people who fought in the wars so brave Have taught us all not to crave For power or wealth or selfish pride But to remember conceit and ambition to chide. Life consists of greater things Than spacious halls of nobles and kings, The soldiers and sailors of World War one Have secured for us…
As my loved one goes to the front line, I stay behind and do battle of a different kind. I fight hard, each and every day, I make peace with the war that is inside my mind. I struggle to smile and tell people that I am fine. I put up a front to show…
