No Home
Bleaklow Head
People In A Boat
No Home No home of bricks and mortar. No palace or castle, cottage or shack, nothing to hold me back. Yet I long for a home to go to. Not a palace or castle or cottage or shack, just somewhere that one day I may go home to, and say I am back. Copyright © 2016 Johnnie Dalton
Bleaklow Head Once long ago I walked to Bleaklow Head, This desolate place high upon the Pennine Hills. Where I found those Wainstones as if they were about to kiss. High upon this moor lie the remains of a machine from a war many years ago, Rusting away till one day nothing left of this relic. Poppies placed here in memory of those who perished, When this mighty machine of the skies came here to its eternal rest. In the distance towns and villages scar the landscape. There I stood alone taking in the vista of the moors, Harsh and barren yet tranquil only the sound of the wind whistling. One day I will go back again and walk to Bleaklow Head, Those memories of that day many years ago, Will be just as if it were yesterday. Copyright © 2016 Johnnie Dalton
People in a Boat In the dead of night, the sound of gun fire and artillery shells shatter the silence, blinding flashes silhouette people running through the darkened streets as they seek their escape from this living hell. Hour after hour through streets filled with rubble from building once homes and shops reduce to nothing other than a shell. Hurriedly, they make their way to the harbour To meet the men who traffic human cargo for nothing more than greed; their promise of safe passage to a foreign land and freedom, a pack of lies. Pushed, shoved and packed tightly into a boat then set adrift in the open sea slowly the land fades away and the sound of the gun fire is no more. Through the night deeper into the blackness will they ever see land again or will the sea claim more lives. Suddenly a shaft of light penetrates the blackness people scream and shout maybe at last this horror of a journey will end. Hands are out stretched slowly one by one people are pulled to safety but these are just the lucky ones. Copyright © 2017 Johnnie Dalton