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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

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

Naked England

I stand and look my heart dispares
Secure at home we are no more
Barely an army, navy or air force
Now who will defend our naked shores.

Where will these discarded people go
They gave their loyalty they did not know
This government would treat them so
Now who will defend our naked shores.

Who will house them pay their bills
Save them and us from future ills
When trained men are no more
Now who will defend our naked shores.

You have it wrong we hear them cry
Where are the planes that used to fly
The tanks and soldiers highly trained
The ships and sailors a navy that reigned
Now who will defend our naked shores.

Now it seems we are being destroyed
Not by an invader but by our own
They do not care they do not see
They just enforce their policy
Now who will defend our naked shores