Tag Archive | France

An Ode to Clearing in the Forest by Jason D’ebre

In days of old when knights were bold
and daring do was fun
When good fought bad and heroes usually won 
Then songs of valor through halls would ring
Telling of great deeds and other things

A time when England was fighting France
King John was breathing out his last
Battles were raging things looked grim
John was not a kindly King
Would Philip of France and Odo win

Into this three children came
Ella, John and Geoff their names
Things were scary it’s not a game
With witches, magic and daring do
They fight for survival and England too

Whether they won or lost I will not tell
But because of them England survived
How they faired I cannot tell you have to read the story

Read it to the final page to
Find the spell which still stands
Has saved England from many lands
Because of magic and some tiny hands

(c) C A Bosc

With kind permission of Jason D’ebre

France

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In Honor of the FRENCH Fallen

The poppy grows where the fallen lay
Be it field or city like today
We remember those who passed this way
The poppy links us all

They did not ask to die last night
They were not ready for another fight
Unprepared and innocent these victims were
They didn’t know they were at war

Sport and happiness were what they sought
Watching France play football with other fans
Meals with family and friends
This was all they wanted to do

But death came for them last night
Driven on by hate and spite
Out of the darkness out of the street
Death came swift and cold

In light of day when all was known
With tears in eyes and hearts so sad
Then anger comes and with it pain
For those who will never laugh again

France look around this world tonight
There you will see an amazing sight
Every country large or small
Have raised your flag in lights so bright

You’re not alone you never were
No going quietly into the night
The world is here we’re showing our might
FRANCE WE ARE WITH YOU

(c) C.A. Bosc

Poppy Awakening

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When I awoke this morning
I did so with a smile
Last night I walked again with him
Along the poppy mile

We talked about how things were then
And how things were now
I did not cry at all last night
I am not crying now

I feel at peace and rested
But I really don’t know how
I can feel his loving hand
Soothing my poor brow

As I lie here thinking
A voice inside my head
Tells me to go make breakfast
The children must be fed

Today they seem more rested
Not so stressed anymore
We ate our meal together
Just like we did before

Then off to school they went
Leaving me behind
To tidy up the house again
I know I will be fine

To make the beds a new I went
And guess what I did see
From upon our pillows
A poppy stared at me

I gently touched each flower
And then I felt his hand
He had never left us
Now I understand

So this coming Sunday
We will all be there
Wearing our red poppies
Proud just like before

(c) C.A. Bosc

Happy New Year

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Now that Christmas time has passed
A new year approaches fast
Presents unwanted have been swapped
But will this rain never stop

The holidays are fine if dry
But times are hard you can’t deny
Homes awash just like the streets
It’s tough out there without heat

There’s more rain on its way they say
Who feels merry who feels gay
But look ahead to what might be
A bright new year for you and me

Do not think about that now
Look forward to holidays that you seek
In warmer climes with sun and sand
Grab travel books of other lands

Brows select and then book
And start to plan for the sun
For dress and swimsuits you can wear
When on holiday you are there

So settle back and reflect my dear
On the passing of the year
Make resolutions bold and new
A HAPPY NEW YEAR from me to you

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE

(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

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

A European Trip

To England to England to England we go
Oh for the feel of rain wind and snow

To France to France we’ll travel anew
For wine, bread, garlic and onions too

To Belgium to Belgium to Belgium we’ll move on
Tasting their chocolates and singing songs

To Holland to Holland to Holland we’ll fly
For cheeses and tulips oh my oh my

To Germany to Germany to Germany more rain
With beer and sausage reminds us of Spain

Then down through the continent on into Spain
Home again home again dam theres no rain

(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