Sunday, 19 November 2006
In A Poetry Mood
Contributed by Bill Faith

Recent developments seem to have put me in the mood for poetry. I almost copied this post to Old War Dogs, then I realized what follows would be more appropriate for my mood.

SEE YOU AT THE BRIDGE
Anthony W. Pahl

I never met you mate, but your name was not unknown
I never shook your hand mate, but together we had grown.
We lived in different countries but we fought in the same war
And we served at different times mate, upon that foreign shore.

We were brothers, one and all mate; no matter what our creed
We fought and held each other mate, whenever there was need
We were in that foreign country and never forgot the things we saw
And the brotherhood there formed mate, would never be foresworn.

You've travelled to the bridge where all honoured warriors tread
You're now on sentry duty mate; you've forged the way ahead ...

[Read on.]

Yes, I had some reasons for choosing that one, but I can't tell you just yet what they were. Watch this site for future developments.

Contributed by Bill Faith on November 19, 2006 at 03:28 PM in Anthony Pahl, Bill Faith, Poetry | Permalink

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