My BillyA Poem by Wayne RileyLest We ForgetMy Billy.
My Billy, bravest of the brave, Fought metal tooth and iron cross. Through Flanders field of bleedin’ red And on to mourn their loss.
My Billy, full of life and love, A boy still to his Mam, Left far behind these cobbled shores To fight the beast in man.
This trench, this tomb, this hellish hell. No mortal eye should see. My Billy, broken limb from life, Lies far away from me.
One hundred years, one million tears, One memory thought anew, My Billy, bravest of the brave, Gave freedom back to you. © 2015 Wayne Riley |
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Added on May 24, 2015 Last Updated on May 24, 2015 AuthorWayne RileyDoncaster, South Yorkshire, United KingdomAboutWayne Riley was born in God’s own county, Yorkshire. The 70s, sensational for long hair down to your flares, also gave Wayne his first writing experience, a short, hand-penciled story about the .. more..Writing
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