Another year rolls by
The screams gone with the
passage of time
Cries of the dead just whispers
in the breeze
Where trenches scarred the land,
now fields and trees
Children fought for the
rule of the powerful and rich
Their sacrifice just a
name on a list
Some shot for fear not
understood
All they wanted was to
do some good
Where blood and more ran
through the land
Where man and child fought
with weapons and hand
Where gas wrought horrendous
death
Where now only poppies sway
we still remember them…
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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