Hung on the Wire: Hung on the Wire
They answered the recruiters sir in 1914
No more than country boys some barely 17
Shipped out to Flanders sir to make their country's stand
Lived in a muddy trench and died in no-mans-land
And so the war ground on fed by flesh and bone
It ground for four more bloody years until the killing was done
The rivers they ran high with blood the fields were a bloody mire
And when the attack had failed the bodies hung on the wire
Meanwhile in Birmingham sir in England’s black country
The fat cat industrialists were making big money
A LITTLE HUMOR: I truly hope you enjoyed my first blog poem entitled THE MOON AND YOU, taken from my soon to be released poetry book, entitled, "What Women Want, What Men Need To Know." Valentine's day is rapidly approaching and romance is in the air, so let's continue with another romantic poem.
THE SCENE: Anywhere two people who enjoy being with each other, and a spur of the moment, quick-witted thought comes to mind. One partner shares those thoughts with the other, and they both share a very pleasant moment of A LITTLE HUMOR.
Guys, please take heed, possessing a personality that easily displa...
new track: Endless Love: SoundClick Link
Blah, so I haven't uploaded a clip in a while, huh? I've been kind of in and out of being sick, and my throat's still kind of funky, but I really felt like recording, so I did. I had this really pretty piano version of that old Lionel Richie/Diana Ross song "Endless Love," and I've been wanting to record it since Chris Sligh sang it on American Idol, so I did a very very quick recording of it. I was getting kinda annoyed 'cause I wasn't hit the bigger as easily I usually can and there were some bits where you can notice that I'm still sick, so I'll probably re-record it when...