I was working as a nurse at the Wellhouse Hospital, now known as the Barnet General Hospital during the...
I have been counting endless flocks of sheep, It ought to work, there must be some mistake I cannot sleep-...
One could say this sounds like a fable But once upon a time - I met Clarke Gable Star of Hollywood's...
They fed me on milk And food of that ilk Till I felt like a babe in a cradle, And then, for...
Sadie, my best friend, became a land girl. Strong lace-up shoes were never meant for dancing With beigey...
The outlook bleak for GEO: A Yellow Army in a mighty rush, At GFJ, we kept in touch, A little help, perhaps...
Bish and Plodder were in heaven Way back home God how they'd swank Of how in minutes they had changed...
This poem was written in 1943 by my grandfather who was the village baker at Lickfold and known as Winkle...
Ye wee moustachioed paper — hinger For years noo ye've been gaun yer dinger But very soon yer...
In the days of the War When the women did talk At their garden gates There were guns in the park Barrage...
We think of London, Bristol, Hull, Of Leningrad and Warsaw, The hail of death that rained on these, The...
My mother sitting in the chair Wondering where her babes where, Sent away for safety, so they said Oh!...
It was ‘cos of a fella called Hitler, Dad said he was a rotten swine. On a leccy train from Bootle,...
During WW2 my wife was a member of the Girls Training Corps. CHORUS We are cadets of the GTC Our youth to...
A ruined mass was what we saw, When at last we reached the Dunquecue Shore, The blazing docks with their...
The Hazel Basket...
There were many men from Carrick But I can only name a few There was Geordie McAtamney on his I/C/T Also...
Notes by Nicholas Hutchings: My aunt Alice Hutchings wrote this poem in about 1942. "Bring me bandages...
The burden of war is a testing ordeal, fighting an enemy on foreign soil. Written by Derek Tew and...
So in these days of plenty Think on and give a thought To the dark dark days of wartime And the gallant...
The German frauleins laugh and smile And exercise their every wile Poor ‘Tommy’ daren't...
I remember years ago when the war was on the memories stayed in my head it has never gone mum would send...