Just Words

Give me your guns, your blacks, your browns, your poor white trash Your flotsam and jetsam, on broad shores Turn in your needles, lines, your rocks and dust Stand to my front and claim I am nothing Call my woman’s form weak When I hold your liberty in my hands...
The Antrim Coast

The Antrim Coast

Turns out the BBC is releasing a new 3-part Documentary looking at the forging of the Antrim Coast road. Recognised as one of the great tourist drives of the world. To tie in, I thought, have a poem: You see a simple stretch of road, from arch to arch in length Yet no...
Poppy Wreaths Are Laid

Poppy Wreaths Are Laid

I left to serve with happy heart, no thoughts of death or fear, I even smiled and thought to tease, my Mother’s silent tear.   “Don’t worry Mother, dry your eyes and wish me all your best. For Kaiser Bill will scamper quick, when Pals he tries to test....