Faces Seen
Faces seen
Sometimes in a different light,
I see another face not very nice,
Who really isn’t really surely me,
A nasty Irishman, hate filled I see,
Who would free our Northern Ireland,
Other remembered face does dwell,
The face so different, Scotch as well,
Swung the Claymore, delivered hell,
Amongst the English yeoman,
Another face fought in the war,
Me 109 shot down for sure,
But died a fighting, blood an gore,
No parachute would save him.
Sponsor Matt Caliri
Contest Name Mirror
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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