Lest We Forget
Monday, August 27th, 2007Company Flags, dim in the mist Polished medals, high on the breast Words, words, cold as a tear Bugle note, Last Post for the ear Wreaths for the Then Salutes for the Now
Archive for August, 2007
Company Flags, dim in the mist Polished medals, high on the breast Words, words, cold as a tear Bugle note, Last Post for the ear Wreaths for the Then Salutes for the Now
Your Bloke
Sunday, August 26th, 2007What is it you see In a flat-pack bloke like me? When I confront my mirror mate I just see ordinary. No Hollywood chin. Aah-tributes thin. Brains..umm, talent..doh, presence..hmm. Yes, I love, I care, am always there.
Don’t I Know You?
Sunday, August 26th, 2007Haven't we met somewhere? Guernsey? Southport? No? The face seems awfully familiar. I do apologise for interrupting your walk. You know, in profile, it's almost…