I REALLY MISS THE PLACE

 

I really miss the place

Where I journeyed into this world

Where a loving mother

Kissed me and gently brushed my curls

 

I really miss the place

Where mother taught me the joys of life

And my father

Taught me to seek harmony from strife

 

I really miss the place

Where my school days first began

And those friends

That made up our inseparable band

 

I really miss the place

Where my heart had an optimistic view

And I miss the face

Of my one and only love so true

 

I really miss the place

Where summer days seemed without end

Where nature’s bounty

Spilled from the fields we had to tend

 

I really miss the place

Where the bones of my parents lay

And the times

When our days were full with play

 

I really miss the place

I knew before I grew into a man

And took up arms

To fight for the King in a foreign land

 

I really miss the place

That is the home I shall never see again

Never smell the grasses green

Or taste those gentle summer rains

 

I really miss the place

My distant home far across the sea

The place I left behind

So I could die fighting for the free

HMS IOLAIRE

 

On New Year’s Eve 1918

The Iolaire carried sailors

Veterans of the Great War

Back home to the island of Lewis

But as they approached Stornoway

As the New Year dawned

She struck "The Beasts of Holm"

And sank in the darkness

205 souls perished in the depths

They survived the horrors of war

Only to drown in the waters of home

LORD KITCHENER SAID IN HIS FRUSTRATION

 

Lord Kitchener said in his frustration

Of the indiscreet Politicians and their lives

When you tell one of their number a secret

They went home and told their wives

With the exception of David Lloyd George

Who went home and told everybody’s wives

THE RAF SEEK OUT THEIR TARGETS

 

The RAF seek out their targets

On recognisance missions

Brave young men

Flying beyond enemy lines

Armed with nothing more than cameras

They make pass after pass

Taking shot after shot

Before returning home

With their precious load

When the photo interpreters

Of Medmenham

Enhance the images

With their stereoscope’s

To create a 3D picture

For detailed analysis

By the boffins

Who identify a target

For more brave young men

To bomb the sites

Of the vengeance weapons

NAZISM WAS LIKE A CANCER

 

Nazism was like a cancer

Spread across the continent

And when Hitler was defeated

It was not a cure, for the cancer

Was merely in remission

RED ARROWS

 

Red Arrows way up high

In tight formation fly

Weaving patterns across the sky

So, pleasing to the eye

RED COATS

 

The bayonets gleaming

In the sun

The piper’s pipe

The drummers drum

Red Coats forming

Up the square

The sound of battle

Everywhere

Though far outnumbered

In the field

They do not waver

They do not yield

The men

From borough and shire

The thin red line

Of the empire