Newspaper article Evening Chronicle (Newcastle, England)

Poem of the Day

Newspaper article Evening Chronicle (Newcastle, England)

Poem of the Day

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Parody of war With my tears he left, the boy called To serve, To enter conflict against an unknown Foe, in an unknown land Tender of years, a new adventure, to Kill those you do not know who may Stand in your way, He served, he killed, he died inside; Returning, a changed person, with A strong, fit body, an unfit mind; Yes, he came back, not a boy, nor as A man, But a sombre parody of conflict.

Silent emotions, secreted, stored, now Beyond recall. Except at night, comatose. For memories Surface and tell the tale, tearing holes Into his brain and into my heart; I once had a son, he was taken from me.

The returning hero with a medal? I think not: Remembrance is not only for those who Did not return, It is also for those who came back lost, Never again to be found GEORGE CARRICK, Cramlington Birthdays They soon slip by and then they're gone, Our birthdays go by one by one, Sometimes when we stop and ponder, What life's about, then look and wonder, The magic things that do abound, Electric light does us surround, There's mobile phones and PCs too, One for all and one for you. …

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