…On a sandy beach and shiny stones, The waves are licking my toes…
Creation’s song by Peter Ainscough The mountains rise in glory whilst the forests rest below, They make a verdant contrast to the peaks dressed white with snow; The oceans roar their greeting and the clouds respond with storm, The wind roars out its orders just to make the […]
You fought bravely and with honour died,
You leave your family so full of pride,….
MARSH HARRIER by Peter Ainscough – The hawk was seen on a summer’s day, Lazily circling over the marsh…..
Holiday Heaven! – Poetry in Promotion – By Su Dillon
Yan, Tan, Tethera by Peter Ainscough
Silence… There is no silence…
…..An average road…in a rented car.
In borrowed clothes.. but the shoes were mine…..
A warrior’s memories by Peter John Ainscough I wept for hell, I wept for guns, I wept for men, For mud and sweat, for pain and blood I wept. I ran and shot and fell and died again; But never slept. I hacked the enemy’s flesh with bayonet spear, […]
…That prince has stolen my own dark bride,
The girl who I took to stay by my side…
When we first met fourteen years ago, I was a lot older than him, in fact twenty years older. What attracted me to him was his energy. He was always on the go, doing this, doing that…
Being away from home at Christmas time is no joy for anyone, especially for the first time, add being in a foreign land, and this was the situation which I found myself in sixty years ago this Christmas.