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A Holiday Like Home

Mums had enough of all the rain
She’s booked a holiday
Somewhere nice and warm and dry
Thats sunny every day

She packed our bags and cases
Already for the off
Passports and the suncream
With other holiday stuff

Then to the travel agent for our money she did go
And picked up all the tickets
My mum did not go slow
Now the taxi to the airport we were almost there

There were a lot of people doing just the same
So it was just as well they had a really big big plane
Then when we were sitting down I heard a revving noise
Dad said we were climbing up into the sky

The flight was quite a long one so it seemed to me
When I looked out the window all that I could see
Was lots and lots of water as blue as blue can be
Untill the clouds like cotton wool covered up the sea

But when we arrived there
Much to mums surprise
The place was deep in snow drifts
She couldn’t believe her eyes

We spent the next two weeks there
And much to our surprise
We had the bestest holiday
The best time of our lives

Mum’s booked us in for three weeks next year.

(c) C.A. Bosc

In Grateful Thanks

They did not baulk they did not run
They stood and fought for every one
The beaches soon were red with blood
Normandy Landings had begun

Omaha, Utah, Sword, Juno and Gold
All those men all those souls
But still they came boat after boat
Fighting for freedom fighting for hope

From all around the world they came
One thought their actions all the same
Trapped on beaches under fire
Nothing could quench their peace desire

Films were made stories told
About these men of solid gold
They are not dead they do not sleep
Over us a watch they keep

Our thanks to them we must not forget
To them we owe a deep deep debt
That some did not return is our regret
God bless and keep them every one

With thanks to fathers, brothers, sons and lovers too
Who gave their lives for me and you
We will remember we’ll not forget
The debt we owed them on that day

© Michael Douglas Bosc

American Poppy

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I am not a British soldier
American am I
I fought for right and justice
I did not want to die

Wars are not for winning
Men can only lose
Fighting wars solves nothing
Just gives us the blues

We fought and won the battle
But here I now must lie
Side by side with comrades
Beneath a foreign sky

Weep not for me my loved ones
Be proud of what I’ve done
Just make to me this promise
Then my battles won

Scatter seeds of poppies in fields of golden corn
Then I shall be remembered whenever they may bloom
I would not shirk my duty I must make that plain
For my people and my homeland I would die again

© Michael Douglas Bosc

Lest We Forget

There on the Flanders fields we lay
We gave our bodies but our souls still stay
The war was bloody in trenches lay
Other fallen heroes

We fought for freedom we fought for peace
Our country needed us we answered the call
But death was all most of us found
We now lie here beneath the ground

Then politicians never learn or heed
The lessons of the past they ignore
Again the ugly head of war rose up
More souls in fields lay down to rest

Silent cemeteries now abound
Across the lands where once we fought
Cared for by those who remember us who lie
Under green of grass and blue of sky

Whilst over our heads is swathes of red
Sway poppies who remember us the dead
So plant some poppies in a corner shade
In honour of the dead and the brave

Remember them upon their day
For they never again will pass this way
For thoses who are left be proud of them
They are our Heroes our honoured ones

Wear your poppy with pride to show
They did not die in vain then turn to
The brave who are still alive and show
We are grateful and we care

REMEMBER THEM!

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc

I Cried With Pride

Somewhere in my families past the Campbells lurk och aye
But the Edinburgh Tattoo I saw tonight brought a tear to my eye
Laughter at the Belgian army on Bikes so clever that I thought
The massed bands as they marched and played from different countries came
Displays and fun all mixed up I’m glad I saw this one.

The running of the naval guns so dangerous before
Marines in uniforms so smart so proud their faces showed
But when they played ‘For Those In Peril On The Sea’ I sang with tears in eyes
I remembered Jack who in Med sailed aboard HMS Eastern in the war
On the Malta run they played their trade defending as they could.

One day a German submarine decided to attack so their skipper said
We’ll not have that and promptly went into attack
They rammed that boat which from their bows now hung
Off they went to harbour they could only go astern
Oh what a sight they must have made so gallant every one.

Then later whilst on patrol a torpedo found its mark
Jack was on the radar and saw it coming did not move he stayed his station
When that torpedo hit it badly injured him that’s true his injuries were bad
But he just fought and battled on till he was well once more
Memories like these I have and many more.

But he would help the British Legion collecting for that poppy day
A Wootton Bassett boy he marched on parade with pride
It was his love of the sea that really made its mark
His wish to take part in Remembrance Day in Whitehall came to pass
I watched as he was wheeled along so proud to be there at last.

We lost a few years ago it really was so sad but that one hymn reminded me
Of a sailor man called Jack proud that I could call that man my Father-in-Law
Of every man who signs up and goes off to a war I say…
Thank you Thank you everyone you made me proud today.

Thank you Jack for memories and god bless you brave old sea-dog
Gone but not forgotten like the Edinburfh Tattoo.

(c)  Michael Douglas Bosc

A Free Voice

A Free Voice

I tried not to heed the cries of the poor
Are they not lower than before
All rights from them are taken
Why should I heed their crying now

I only heed the needs of the rich
Bluff and counter bluff is all I need
No reference here to the poor
What do the rich need them for

The Bill of Rights was heeded well
They bluffed their way for the rules to sell
No need to worry about the rest
Banks, Politicians, they are the pest

If ever a time for heeding was due
That time is now for me and you
No more will we suffer, be under dog
We do not huff or bluff our way

When at our President comments raciest made
It is our shame we silent stay
We the People must have our say
It is the fair American way.

God Bless Free America

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc