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Author Name: PremiumDr Fogg 4 Comments
Date Added: December 06, 2012 17:12:18 Average Score: (Needs 1)
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I Won't Be Coming Home M'a
I wont be coming home Ma


Hey Ma Im writing this letter

From a place they call Rorkes drift

Its a cursed place, Ive known better

If you saw it youd give it short shrift.


Oh Ma I miss the green valleys of Wales

Where white clouds cross blue skies

Where the wind fills the fishing boats sails

Ma, I miss your leek and lamb pies.


Were building a bridge for the Queen

Yet the wood just crumbles to dust

Though our sweat rises up in steam

We do it because we must.


When the Zulus came we defended

They fell on the ground and died

But the waves of em just never ended

You could see the whites of their eyes.


Oh Ma I miss the green valleys of Wales

Where the larks hover high oer the hill

Where the seas rise up with the winter gales

And the frost gives the morning a chill.


I wont be coming home Ma

Ive a spear buried deep in my chest

But Ill think of you. though it be so far

As I lay my head to rest.




Author's Notes:
This action was at Rorke's Drift, Natal, Wednesday 22- Thursday 23 January, 1879, when some 150 British soldiers defended a supply station against some 4000 Zulus, aided by the "Martini-Henry rifle with some guts behind it.  11 Victoria crosses were awarded, the highest number ever to have been given in a single action. Truly a legend.
The Zulu graphic was made by me in photoshop.(Nifty eh)
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Comment By: PremiumMary Lou Allen on December 8, 2012 05:14:22 PM Report
Can you even imagine M'a back home in Wales reading this? At the very thought of 4000 Zulus I'd have fainted dead away and been no help at all in defending the station. In spite of the horror and, of course, the sadness, it's a wonderful poem. ML
Comment By: FreeBrian Dziokonski on December 8, 2012 11:45:20 AM Report

Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on December 7, 2012 05:20:54 PM Report

Seems I remember that war picture  .... What year was it ??

 War movies sometimes really bother me..... It hits to close to home

 Always ~ She Whispers

Comment By: PremiumDan J. Mazurek on December 7, 2012 02:52:35 PM Report

I remembered well the movie.

Zula dawn.

My dad in WW2 said many a man cried out for his mother.

And never heard one cried out for his daddy.

War is heck.




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