Not To Reason Why
Loyal boots march where they’re told
On rough terrain or forbidding ground,
For our courageous forces go
To where danger’s often found.
Never to disobey or question
Any strange command given out,
No matter how they feel
Or how much that they doubt,
The wisdom of the orders
And so their best they’ll try,
To perform for Queen and country
For they will just do or die.
Now these heroes all have families
Who miss them when away,
From loving parents worrying
To wives who save the day,
By keeping safe their houses
Also looking after any kids,
With school runs and homework
And preventing escaping bids.
So all of this is on the mind
Of our service personnel,
Who thinking of all those at home
Must face all kinds of hell.
From heat and dust with full kit on
To those unseen exploding mines,
Or seemingly friendly children
Who with the enemy combines.
Loyal boots march where they’re told
On rough terrain or forbidding ground,
For our courageous forces go
To where danger’s often found.
Now what is it we may ask
That brings so much commitment here?
With comradeship and loyalty
To those who share their beer.
But it is something more than this
Maybe not understood by me and you,
When these mixed background heroes
Decide there’s a job to do!
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So I think that says a lot, and this poem also. Called Footsteps it describes some of the constant dangers and fears our heroes encountered. Can we really just forget them?
Footsteps
He is a man of constant sorrow
And no pleasure can he derive,
So he really cannot care less
If he should die now, or survive.
The world he loved has broken
And shattered into many parts,
So the grief he is enduring
Would shred the stoutest hearts.
The career he loved is now over
For you have to be fully fit,
And not pain filled and crippled
Struggling to get along with it.
An unlucky placed size ten boot
On bland ground that looked fine,
Took the life he knew in seconds
With that cruel exploding mine!
It was what these heroes feared
An undiscovered explosive device,
That could rip off skin and limbs
Or cause the supreme sacrifice.
So just how do they do this job?
If wrong moves can be your end
They say you just get on and do it
With your comrades and best friend.
Now our man of constant sorrow
Begins to get on with his life,
With support of all his family
And care from a loving wife,
Who tends his hurt and fears
Like those buried deep inside.
So slowly he starts to fight back
And regain his stubborn pride.
Of course he gets help and aid
Along whatever way he goes,
From excellent support teams
That gives help to our heroes.
Thus now he has a strong lifeline
Helping his family without fuss,
So we should all help him also
Giving thanks, it’s him not us!
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My salute and shout out for our wounded heroes who with the tragic reduction of Help for heroes, may be less looked after. Unless we help more?
Moving on then, and I mentioned earlier about National Teddy Bear Day on 9th September. Well as I often do I emailed the wonderful Lynn Parsons of Magic FM to mention and got an instant reply to confirm which I did.
NEXT minute my mobile phone rang and it was the terrific Lynn on the phone. She thanked me for the “heads up”, we had a chat and laugh before she mentioned me and my poetry again on the programme and put a photo and my name out on Twitter from her Magic FM account… Lovely and thanks again Lynn.
JOKE TIME :-
1) I have sold my hoover. It was just collecting dust.
2) I told my mate 10 jokes for a laugh….. No pun in ten did.
3) I will introduce you to my step ladder. I don’t know my real ladder.
Another and maybe slightly different Blog done then, perhaps a little subdued due to Help for Heroes news, but upward and onward.
As it is said that “love conquers all”, i will finish with a poem from my second book on the often sudden and surprising arrival of love, not taking notice of age, situation or awareness. Possibly (and hopefully) you have all had this so here you go……
Arrival of Love
When love arrives the first time
You will never be quite the same,
Despite wise words of people older
Your heart is hobbled, you are lame.
For you will think you know it all
With the fluttering thrill of love,
Turning grey into a blinding light
As if sent down by heaven above.
You no longer walk about, but fly
Fuelled by compliments that flowed,
From your lover, this faultless one
Who all their love on you bestowed.
So your soaring heart glows bright,
Within your very soul and breast.
Marring sight and convincing you
That you’ll pass your every test.
Your head will try hard to steer
A safe course of sense and welfare,
But your heart will not be cooled
From loves bright, saintly glare.
Dreams of wonder and dancing joy
Will swell into the heart and soul,
At the very sight of the one you love
Who makes the bells of Utopia toll.
For they can never do any wrong
And will love you all your years,
With their body, heart and kisses
And be your armour against all fears.
For you will think you know it all
With the fluttering thrill of love,
And the finding of your soul mate
Whose body fits you like a glove.
So walk in wonder, sun and light
Alongside your angel, who has fed
Your very breath, thought and being
That your heart rules, not your head!
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Photos = Me being “Heralded” Bears rampaging, all of my 8 now published books and my stall. Last but NOT least Help for Heroes posters and bits.
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THUS The Journey Continues HERALDING
Love, Peace & Light,
Laurie and The Bears ??
Cheers, L xx
