The following poem was found an old newspaper clipping. It was written in 1952 about the 13th July morning in…
Poem: Murray and Maumont
‘Tls a lay of martial glory, not from ancient Greece nor RomeBut a cherished fireside story of each loyal British…
The Sash My Father Wore – A Belfast View
My daddy’s suit is in the cleaners Sure I’m collecting it today His Orange Sash in the wardrobe And a…
The Twelfth of July at Altnaveigh
Joseph Fowler of Brackagh LOL 18, Portadown wrote a poem accounting his memory of the 12th July 1923 when an Orange Demonstration was held at Altnaveigh in memory of those who were massacred on the 17th June the previous year.
For the Fallen
by Laurence Binyon With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,England mourns for her dead across the sea.Flesh of her…
I have a rendezvous with Death
By Alan Seeger I have a rendezvous with DeathAt some disputed barricade,When Spring comes back with rustling shadeAnd apple-blossoms fill…
The Kiss
By Siegfried Sassoon To these I turn, in these I trust;Brother Lead and Sister Steel.To his blind power I make…
Anthem for Doomed Youth
by Wilfred Owen What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? – Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only…
Break of Day in the Trenches
By Issac Rosenberg The darkness crumbles away.It is the same old druid Time as ever,Only a live thing leaps my…
Dulce et Decorum est
By Wilfred Owen Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,Till on the haunting…
On Somme
By Ivor Gurney Suddenly into the still air burst thudding And thudding, and cold fear possessed me all, On the…
My Boy Jack
by Rudyard Kipling “Have you news of my boy Jack?” Not this tide. “When d’you think that he’ll come back?”…