by Jim Hanafan

And so to sleep
Perchance to dream
Gold fields of corn
Fish full stream

Cloud wreathed hill
Fog full dale
Tavern serving
Potent ale

The Landlord smiles
His toothless grin
His Wife sits quiet
Full of gin

Smoky room
Glasses rattle
House is full
'Tis quite a battle

Ale is served
By buxom wenches
We all sit round
On wooden benches

When time is called
We'll stagger home
Fall asleep
All alone

But when we wake
It's just not fair
We're still here
And you're still there

Jim H

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Ex Soldier living in North Herts, writing poetry for a hobby, working hard for a living, in order to understand the poetry, understand the poet first., The British Army is famous throughout the world for its professionalism when it comes to soldiering. Foremost in the Confines of that wonderful organization is the Infantry, the Soldiers who are more likely that any other to face the Enemy in combat, and be called upon to kill or be killed., Infantry Soldiers are a breed apart from the rest of the Army, from their first day within the organization they are taught that they are the best, that their Regiment is the best, that they now belong to an exclusive club, a veritable Band of Brothers., My own journey into this world was achieved as a result of a stubborn streak, whatever I was told to do I would do the opposite., Although I never shone at school, it did infuse me with a love of the written word, particularly poems by the so called “War Poets” when I realised that these people were telling a story in the best way they could to make themselves & their situation understood., As they say in bad movies ”read 'em & weep”.

Last updated May 14, 2017