I WAS recently contacted by my 14 year old daughter's teacher, praising her over a poem she had written as part of their English syllabus.

Dark haunting shadows

Dark haunting shadows

Deep with blood red meadows

Scars, chilling

Spiritual body, thrilling

Deep red blood

Flowing memories filled with good

Gun shots ricochet

Hearts of soldiers crumble away

Jess Fosbury

As an ex-Serviceman who has completed several operational tours, I was deeply moved by the content of the poem

Peter Fosbury