Let's Not Forget! with Poppies For Pals

Poppies For Pals

Tommy, Tony and Tiny had been mates for years back when,

From scruffy lads with bloodied knees to three smart grown young men,

Tommy married Tiny’s Sister, Tiny stood Best Man,

Tony drove the wedding car and ensured they stuck to plan.

Beneath the Lancashire Fell Sides they dug the coal together,

Early mornings they would go in every kind of weather.

Together on a Saturday they shout from off the stands,

Cheering gaols and booing fouls with rattles in their hands,

Then there’s a win or maybe a draw,

There was always a reason for a pint or four,

Then home they’d go for Saturday night,

The pals had got their lives just right.

On it went for several years each day the pals would meet,

They never heard the call of men the sound of marching feet,

But when they saw the posters and heard the call of war,

Life for the pals was changing, it was changing evermore.

The country needs Pals Brigades lads to fight and win,

A picnic, a game, a great big show where adventures can begin.

And so that they felt safer the Pals Brigades were born,

Now lads can fight together and laugh and joke ‘til dawn.

Tommy, Tony, and Tiny joined the pals of Groundswood Mine,

As they were marched away together they looked so brave and fine.

They arrived at first in broken France, They were fed into their trench,

Their sensibilities a little bruised by the sight of death and its deadly stench.

They were met by a young faced officer who said with some aplomb,

That they were deeply needed and then,  welcome to the Somme.

The next few days were busy and the boys fitted in quite so,

Training for the Great Big Push that’s all they could know.

Tommy soon was frightened he said he couldn’t  run,

Screaming, shouting and vulnerable onto someone’s gun.

He tried out for a Blighty wound held his hand above his head,

Nothing really happened so he looked  they shot him dead.

For Tiny it was terrible, his Sister lost her man

And he had lost his very best friend when the Killing first began.

Tony was the next to cop it and now somewhere in the mud,

There’s a new shell hole, its deep and wide and filled with Tony’s blood.

Out of the three there now stood one, one to tell the tale

One to try and make it home one who couldn’t fail.

But Tiny couldn’t do that, the lead had pierced his heart,

He was standing up and down he fell, this signified the start.

They’d been taking out some quiet time, to read and have a smoke.

Tiny was sat with the NCO a funny kind of bloke,

But he had no time for cigarettes death had come to call,

He crumpled like a ragdoll,  into the mud did fall,

Tommy, Tony and Tiny had been friends always, they gladly heard the call,

Who would of thought they would never come home? Who would have thought they would fall?

Now on cross and a well-kept green lives the names of all the boys,

Sleeping now they had to die in a hell of fire and noise.


100 years since the end of the Great War 2018

Owen J. Lewis





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Owen Lewis was born fifty something years ago in the land of the black puddings. For the geographically challenged that is in Lancashire. Moving to Shropshire From 1970 Owen was brought up in Church Stretton. His first real job was in radio. After starting on BBC Radio Shropshire he became known on Marcher Sound, broadcasting throughout the North West for several years. After a university degree course in Theatre, Owen became an actor and went on to play "Pirate Bill" in The Alton Towers Hotel. He also made several television appearances. Returning to university he took his PGCE enabling him to teach. That saw him on the Essex coast as a drama teacher and latterly as a Creative Educational Liaison Officer making films and creating new teaching methods to employ on children in need of more help in their fundamental learning skills. Three times Published playwright Owen ultimately wants a house boat in Amsterdam to focus on his work as Playwright and Poet. See more on www.ojlwritingservices.co.uk.

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