Poem honours her grandad in WW1
I had written this poem in memory of my late grandfather Alex Skinner, who was raised in Langloan and who served in the Royal Artillery as a driver. His role was to hitch horses onto the guns in the theatre of war.
He enlisted in Hamilton on his 23rd birthday; and when World War I was over in 1918, he re-enlisted in Edinburgh to serve with 113th Brigade Royal Artillery as part of the first British army of the Rhine; where he remained until 1922 as part of a peace- keeping force.
This poem is dedicated to the Royal Artillery drivers of World War 1.
Across foreign fields no picturesque landscape captured by an artist’s hand,
Sea of faces, sea of mud, drowning, drowning by cruel abyss someone’s
Husband, son, sweetheart, loved ones from afar caught up in the battle cry of war.
Replenishing rain cleanses and soothes for the briefest of time before the guns
Resound once more, in the distance hooves thunder, driving, a sweat of
Brows, adrenalin rush, push, push towards enemy lines up ahead. Sandra H Brown, Old Monkland
In remembrance Reader’s poem honours her grandfather and his comrades from WWI