A poem about a local WW1 hero

(Includes the song version created using, dare I say it, Ai!)

Thomas Kenny VC

One born in South Wingate 

Another born in Kent

Their lives forever intertwined 

By bravery & lament

Thomas raised on coal & grit

Philip Brown, on paper & ink

But, one dark & foggy eve

Into a hell they both would sink

Thomas was blessed with 7 ...

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Training. 

Remember your training!

When the bow ramp drops, charge!

Pull the bolt back, forward, & aim

Pull the trigger, make your enemy quiver!

Stop shaking! 

It's just a day at the beach!

There's vomit on me uniform. Is it mine?

Might be Bill's next to me. He's seasick 

Pull the bolt back, forward, & aim

Pull the trigger, make your enemy quiver!

Mam's b...

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Finding you wasn't hard

Although you all looked the same

Beneath ever changing skies

Stark bright and upright

Against Summer cornflower skies

Bathed in sleepy Autumn hues

Pure, under skirts of wintery slate

Did you think, at twenty two

Generations would stand here

Imagining the glory, the fear

Gripping anger and sorrow

Racing clouds allow the sun a turn

You...

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