by John McAuliffe | 14 Jan 2006 | Poetry
The noise of battle summons all Who hear the blare of trumpets call. The soldier stands in ready ranks In rows beside the mighty tanks. The battleground in Ardennes green, Now lain in winter’s snow-white sheen. The stark bare foxhole is my bed, With splintered...
by John McAuliffe | 01 Aug 2004 | Poetry
It was a ‘Time For Trumpets’ And as they heeded the Bugle’s call, The boys of the Eighty-Seventh Stood ‘Stalwart and Strong’ and tall. 87th Div. They were the GOLDEN ACORN men Now dressed in battle array, Pressed into the snowy ARDENNES...
by John McAuliffe | 24 Dec 2002 | Poetry
The Western front was quiet and soldiers were at rest They took time out from battle having done their very best. The tired and the wounded, now at recreation time As replacements troops arrived, to fill the battered line. The skies lit up one early morn, from the...
by Melinda Rollins Thomsen | 08 Jun 2001 | Poetry
The following are a few poems from a collection of poetry (in progress) inspired by the life of my grandfather, Owen Leach, and grandmother. They are based on over 200 letters he wrote to her during his service overseas. He had made a promise to write everyday and did...
