He marched through dawn on weary feet, A rifle gripped, the cold his seat. The earth, torn open, black and bare, Breathed smoke and death into the air. The trenches deep, both home and cage, A narrow pit of fear and rage. Where rats grew fat and hope grew thin, The war was fought, but … Continue reading The Mud Beneath His Boots.
Fallen Soldiers
In fields of poppies, crimson and bold, A tale of valor and sacrifice, untold.
In fields of poppies, crimson and bold,A tale of valor and sacrifice, untold.Remembrance Day, a solemn grace,A day to honour, in a hallowed space. Silent whispers echo in the breeze,Of heroes standing 'neath tall trees.In Flanders' fields, where poppies sway,A tribute to those who paved the way. They marched through trenches, cold and deep,Where tears … Continue reading In fields of poppies, crimson and bold, A tale of valor and sacrifice, untold.
Intwined 