Poetree Creations

Six abreast came marching,
With boots and brasses glow,
Each in step with the time,
Their movements seem to flow.

Slowly they move down the ramp,
A truly perfect stride,
With chins up and backs straight,
It would well you up with pride.

But there are no smiles on this parade,
No crowd applauding,
Just silence and tears on cheeks,
The families in their mourning.

The burden on their khaki shoulders,
Is carried with utmost care,
For inside lays a soldier lost,
And the life the he did share.

They place him within the hearse,
For a procession through the streets,
With salutes shown and colours bowed,
To the sound of marching feet.

Forever we shall remember,
Those that have not returned,
For freedom is never given,
But in blood it is always earned.

By Alex Roissetter.

Entered  in 4th poetry competition

15th Jan  2010

PLEASE VOTE!!!

Rest your head and close your eyes

I will sing you sweet lullabies,

Clear your head of all your thoughts

Ease your mind of worrying sorts,

Drift off into a peaceful dream

Imagine the beautiful things you’ve seen,

Float on the fluffy clouds above

Where nothing matters but the ones you love,

Think of all tomorrows fun

Soon will rise the morning sun.

                                                                                     Written by Abbe Cutforth on 07/03/2010

Mother, daughter, friend or foe

I want you to always know,

You are forever my bestfriend

From past to present, until the end,

You helped me using your guiding hand

All you did I now understand.

All the good times, all the bad

The days of laughter, the days we were sad,

We helped eachother when we could

Just the wat bestfriends should,

You’ve helped me through when times were rough

I tried to be there when times were tough.

No matter what you are here

You help me conquer every fear,

You listen and help day by day

Through my mistakes, you led the way,

When times are hard i think of you

I wonder what it is you would do.

No matter what, you are there

You always were there to care,

So I am thanking you for being a friend

My bestest friend until the end.

Written by Abbe Cutforth For Gillian Sims

Mother oh mother
what can I say?
You must the craziest mum
to celebrate this day.
 
Saxophone blaring,
bright purple wearing
Tcp gurgling
multi-task bearing,
 
In gardning she joys;
No doubt its a treat
to behold the beds
full of daffis so sweet.
 
The dogs are quite psycho
and yet everyday
she walks them amongst
the heath where they play.
 
Thankyou mum
for the times when i’ve laughed
so hard at the table
you all think I’m daft.
 
Thankyou mum
for your constant support
in all that we do
in music or sport.
 
Thankyou mum
for the money you give
so generously so
your children can live.
 
Thankyou mum
for the really good meals
you always prepare
from those tesco deals.
 
Thankyou mum
for those fab hols abroad:
the skiing in the spring,
summer beaching adored
 
Thankyou mum
for all that you are
for your organization
for being a star

By Emily Nash

Dear Mother, It is very hard,

As I do not know where to start,

These few words I send to you,

Come from within my heart.

Now that you are no longer with me,

You are always on my mind,

I remember you were very gentle,

And to me, so very kind.

Sometimes I said things to hurt you,

But you took it in your stride,

And although you never shown it,

You must have hurt inside.

You helped me through my heartaches,

And problems I could not bear,

For I know that in the background,

You were always there.

I suppose I took you for granted,

My enemy and my friend,

My eyes are filled with tears,

For this letter I cannot send.

You are no longer with me,

For you have gone to a better place,

I miss the love you gave me,

And the smile upon your face.

Mother, I love you very much,

That is all I want to say,

These greetings I send you,

Because it is mothers day

By Malcolm Bradshaw

It’s Mothers day to day

Someone who loves you and cares

Someone who you can rely on

Thinks not of self, but shares

She was there when you were born

Watched over you and wiped your face

Worried when you were out at night

Waiting until you were home and safe

Tended to you when you were sick

Supported you when your life was low

Counselled you when in trouble

Then pointed the way for you to go

A mother’s love is never ending

She will support you to the end

Sometimes she maybe your enemy

 Then becomes your foundation and friend

Not everyone has mother still living

 Passing on to a better place

But a mother’s love does not diminish

 Always been their aim to keep you safe

Send you’re thanks to all mothers

For all the things that they do

For a mothers love is precious

She will always be there for you

BY

Malcolm bradshaw