by Paul Martin | Aug 21, 2022 | Poetry
When I was yet a young man,And full of zest and dare,I flew the fastest planes they had,Without a damn or care. The throttle of my little car,Was always on the floor,My home was just for parking,Of my hat upon the door. And when my country called me,Because they had a... 
by Paul Martin | Aug 10, 2022 | Poetry
On the battlefields of nations, where the bullets whine and sing,And the smell of death is floating everywhere,There’s a special kind of courage which can make a boy a king,The kind that puts the stars into his hair. When a mortar has you zeroed in and flesh is flying...