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2008-11-17

Kathy Lockhart
a very poignant and sincere poem dedicated to those who have fought and died for our freedoms. Veterans Day is a very special day and you have done it well with this patriotic poem. Thanks Colin and welcome back. Kathy : )
2008-11-12

very stirring piece and such a powerful tribute. Thanks for posting this special poem of the heart for those that fought, served, assisted, prayed and families everywhere.
2008-11-12

ken d williams
I never foreget that I am the siberling,

Of three who savivde two wars ,

Two grandfathers one savivde the war at sea,

During world war 1,

Outher , my grandfather , Jo , a saiver of Gallipoli ,

Wounded thear ,

Recouverd to be on the Somme,

Only just saivde that , 3 companys , wipe out , trying

To take a suncken road ,

His were the next to goo , the order came , '' the blertalean will

Stand down'',

So granddad Jo , saivde too fight , ''go over the top'' , ''

At Pashandale , a town calde Ypres near , Jo , calde it '' ypers ,

He savivde all that shit , blood , rats , lice, hunger , fear , gas ,

Death , all around him ,

Savivd Ayears , you name the battle he savivbde them ,

A vet of all of that , true ,

But Jo , would say , '' I were a saviver , never an hero ,

During the early hours of the 11th , he were orderd out ,

With outhers in to '' No Mans Land '' , on patrol ,

Germans opend up , patrol were orderd back ,

Jo , fore the ferst time in the war , jumpde in to the ,

WRONG shel craiter , full of mud , shit , roten corpes ,

British , German , French , Australean , et all,

Jo , was up to his neck in all the shit of war ,

At 11 am , the war ended , but not fore , Jo ,

His pal's came out in to no mans land ,

To start the tidying up of the war ,

They found hin in the shel caiter , that , Jo , had resignde was to

Be his grave ,

He herd one lad say '' look it's , Jo , Jo Williams'',

'' Is he still a live?'' , a second lad saide '',

'' OF COURSE I'M , STILL A FOOKING A LIVE!!'' , NOW GET ME OUT ,

OF HEAR''', THOW FOOLS'',

So they dragd , Jo , out,

To the hospewrtel he was sent, coult phnomer , ,

Came back to Blighty in 1919 , les a lung.

Aye , I never forget.

Me dad savivd both the Atlantke and the Pasivke ,

Aye , I never forget I am the siberling of savivers , not Vetrens!

Forgive me fore looseing my self control, and expresing my self hear.

Ken D Williams
2008-11-10

Nathalia
Hello, not a single comment on such a beautiful and important poem?
Must be remedied. :-)

It is a beautifully worded poem, that makes you stop and think about the hardships and sacrifices of generations of people who gave their all for what they believed to be true.
2008-11-10