Kit Bag Poems - Poems about Kit Bag

...April and the clocks forward spring, our cricket practice gets in full swing. Nets to untangle from their poles, players to call and enrol. Gang mowers to grease and oil, the team kit-bag to d......Read the rest...

...In the crowd the anxious feeling was contagious. There was a general feeling of disquiet. A foreboding loomed, that something pending, might happen. Cornered eyes darted around fleeting expectant.......Read the rest...

...april starts clocks forward spring practice in full swing nets untangled from their poles players to contact & enroll gang mowers greased&oiled kit-bag dis-embroiled grass-stained pads whit......Read the rest...

...Troop ships loading, crowded docks Mums and sisters waving off Go with keepsakes, golden locks Some men hug while many doff Eric, soldier single stands Beryl, lonesome widow cares Many kissin......Read the rest...

...Kismet Kick your heals for joy as kindly fate bestows a kit bag empty of woes. Kindness brings calm life to kinsfolk that don’t cause strife. Karmic seeds once sowed are keys to ......Read the rest...

...The Sounds Of War Crackling of the wireless set, Crackling of the fire, Breaking the message says Tension becoming dire. Wailing of the sisters, Wailing of the brothers, 'cross the sea......Read the rest...

...In London Town he was born and bred, A ramshackle abode down Popham St. In Queens' Cottages hunger was he fed, In London Town he was left for dead. The landings above the square surveyed Bins ......Read the rest...

...Spare me the goof, O dear Captain, Hear the rattling mess tins, My dear old kit bag, Worn out in action, I lost my hold-all, The spare drawers’ cotton, A half-full water bottle, Almost emptying my Ha......Read the rest...

...April and the clocks forward spring,our cricket practice gets in full swing.Nets to untangle from their poles,players to call and enrol.Gang mowers to grease and oil,the team kit-bag to disembroi......Read the rest...

...How many unknown heroes are sleeping now Silently resting in this field once ploughed Tiny white markers on each tended grave Thankful flowers from those they saved In this field lie a mill......Read the rest...

...Tommy Atkins was a good boy grew to be a good man, good soldier, packed up his troubles in an old kit bag and smiled as his entrails blew out with aplomb; he died as the black rain struck his slo......Read the rest...