DO YOUTHFUL TEARS STILL FLOW?
By Maggs Payne
Each November we remember those
who gave their lives for us.
Those remaining from the wars
without complaint or fuss,
Will bow their heads in homage and
think of those that died.
Up and down the country they will
lay their wreaths with pride.
Some will talk in ageing voices of
comrades buried young.
And recall a distant land where
those boys did not belong.
Many have seen the unnamed graves
where crimson poppies grow.
They have seen the price of freedom,
where youthful tears still flow.
As images reel round and round
in their ever fading sight.
Let us bow our heads and give thanks
to those who fought for right.
© Maggs Payne (Honorary President)
Burton Monday Writers
Do Youthful Tears...
was read on BBC Radio by Alan Titchmarsh on November 14th 2010, it was also published by Burton Mail and broadcast on Radio Derby during the previous week. |
Tonypandy’s Child of 1910
I ran after Da, shattered glass crunching beneath my feet. He disappeared amidst a sea of helmeted police. Batons raised, they felled our lads. Da's shift carried him home. Blood oozing from his head, he breathed his last. Vowing revenge, I left our valley, a proud miner’s son seaward bound.
by Lynda Turner
This 50-word Mini Saga was
awarded second prize at the
Alexander Cordell Mini Saga
Competition held at
Tonypandy in November 2010
to celebrate the
Riots of 1910 which paved
the way for the minimum wage.
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