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Bartholomew Barton; his friends called him Barty Eighteen years old but no birthday party Slumped in the mud, a gunshot to the shoulder But unlike his comrades at least he’d get older Tyrannical forces sought world domination And Barty had marched with his mates for his nation They gave him some medals for some of his actions They don’t stop him flinching at noisy distractions Those heroic deeds he did when he was able His medals he'd sold to put food on the table Brought him a pension that won’t pay the rent With callers demanding the money they’d lent One day the council demanded his key And food graced his table now infrequently But ‘table’ is merely an old cardboard box And food is a bin-find he shares with a fox He could do a D-Day and steal a small boat And hit a Kent beach in his moth-eaten coat But the taxes he’s paid since his battlefield hell Do not seem to warrant a four star hotel So thanks for your effort Bartholomew Barton It’s qualified you for a pine veneer carton You gave us your all to give us our today Then too many governments turned you away The question is now would you do it again As you sleep under cardboard in torrential rain For fighting a war for a brighter new day Should not mean that home is a dank alleyway

Copyright © | Year Posted 2022




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Date: 11/13/2022 3:09:00 PM
wow, this is SO powerful. A FAVE
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Terry Flood
Date: 11/13/2022 4:00:00 PM
Thank you, Andrea and thanks for the fave. It would be nice to say this was make believe, but there are very many Bartys in this world, more’s the pity.
Date: 11/11/2022 6:48:00 AM
Oh Terry that is so very sad and well written….Debx
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Terry Flood
Date: 11/11/2022 11:16:00 AM
Thanks, Deb. Just one year, it would be nice to write something uplifting for armistice day… I don’t see it happening. Maybe I should come at it from a different angle. Terry
Date: 11/11/2022 12:19:00 AM
Please, please, hope we won't have to do it again! Elizabeth
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Terry Flood
Date: 11/11/2022 12:22:00 AM
We can only cling on to that hope, Elizabeth. Have to say long term peace looks increasingly unlikely right now. But fingers crossed. Thanks. Terry
Date: 11/10/2022 1:47:00 PM
Cannon-fodder comes to mind Terry, the sacrifices veterans made in the past, esp WW1, all because of distant cousins Kaisers, Kings, and Tsars, falling out, would they do it all again, knowing what lay in store for them as victors back home, I should think/hope not, brilliant poem, cheers David
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Terry Flood
Date: 11/10/2022 5:07:00 PM
Thanks, David. Funny how our vets have been sleeping in doorways for years, when all of a sudden, all our our hotels have mass vacancies. Terry
Date: 11/10/2022 12:30:00 PM
love the rhythm and the rhymes, terry, but it's a very sad story. i'm sure there are many people who are like bartholomew barton in real life, though...
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Terry Flood
Date: 11/10/2022 5:02:00 PM
Too many, I’m afraid, Ilene. Glad you ‘enjoyed’. Terry
Date: 11/10/2022 11:04:00 AM
Ah, this is such a meaningful, poignant poem, Terry. Most of us can't begin to imagine the pain and suffering of such living. Enjoyed your rhymes, too.
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Terry Flood
Date: 11/10/2022 5:00:00 PM
Thanks, Milt. It is unfortunately, all too real. I would imagine that applies in both our nations.