Poets Corner

THEY WERE THE GUARDIAN ANGELS, TO RESCUE MATES FROM HARM THEIR ONLY FORM OF SELF DEFENCE, THE RED CROSS ON

I’m just a little donkey, standing four foot four It was never my intention, to serve in the First World

It was a time of revolution, with monarchs on their knees Freedom and the rights of man, were carried on

THERE’S A PASSAGE IN THE BIBLE, I TRUELY DO BELIEVE A TIME TO LOVE, A TIME TO LAUGH AND A

There are those in this great country, who stand out in a crowd And overcome adversity, to make our nation

No one gives a second glance, as we fly through the sky When we cruise overhead, few will wonder why

When night falls like an evil veil, you’re out there on patrol To protect the weak and uphold the law,

IT WAS THE FESTIVE SEASON, SO MANY YEARS AGO WHEN A TALE OF HAPPINESS, WOULD SUDDENLY TURN TO WOE THEY

This town is still familiar, for I lived here long ago Gazing down Kelly St, the memories begin to flow