Poetic Writing of ROBBIE KENNEDY BENNETT © www.rkbpoetry.co.uk Born in Wolverhampton of English and Scottish parentage. He grew up on the Rough Hills Estate area of the town and his Scottish ancestral roots are in the Kingdom of Fife and Dundee. The author is now residing in Codsall, Staffordshire. Drawings, pictures and writing are copyright of the author Robbie Kennedy Bennett. WE SHOULD THANK THEM ALL. THE LAST TIME I SAW HIM. a fictitious poem of brave soldiers and an observer. IAN UNDERSTANDS. a poem about reading names on war memorials. TELL HIM THAT THE WAR IS WON. A MAN LIKE YOU. THE NEXT GIFT TO LIFE IS FREEDOM. a fictitious poem about a war widow. THE LITTLE SHIPS. In commemoration of the 65th anniversary in 2005 of the evacuation of 385,000 Allied troops.

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We Should Thank Them All © Robbie Kennedy Bennett














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The Last Time I Saw Him © Robbie Kennedy Bennett










The primary stage of this poem was written while I observed the memorial at Methil in Fife. I thought of a friend of mine who would understand why I respectfully read every name on view instead of passing by regardless.


Memorial at Methil in Fife
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Ian Understands © Robbie Kennedy Bennett







An early morning picture of the memorial at Wemyss Bay, Scotland in 2004.
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Strathkinness, Fife.





A MAN LIKE YOU ©
by Robbie Kennedy Bennett 2002

A man like you
Has stood here before,
A man like you
Has had to fight a war.
A man like you
Has hidden his fear,
A man like you
Has felt shame to shed a tear.
A man like you
Has been frightened in his boots,
A man like you
Fought for country and his roots.
A man like you
Has been strong while he cried,
A man like you
Wanted to live…but he died.

A Man Like You © Robbie Kennedy Bennett






Codsall.
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THE LITTLE SHIPS ©
by Robbie Kennedy Bennett 2005

Lots of fellows lay dead in the sand
Tobacco in a pocket and rifle in hand,
Inside their uniform
There's an old greasy comb,
Some were never leaving
And some were going home.

The Little Ships came sailing
Across the channel over sea,
They sailed to save those Allied Troops
Wherever they may be.

British forces were in retreat
On Dunkirk beaches
The Little Ships did greet.

Hitler's onslaught of Belgium and France
Those Allied men
Fought to stop his advance.

River cruisers, yachts and tugs
Anything that sailed
Like old tin mugs.

Lest we forget those Little Ships return
With soldiers aboard
And comrades they yearn.

When they saw that armada of vessels
They couldn't believe their eyes,
They swam to anything that stayed afloat
They swam to save their lives.

Lots of fellows lay dead in the sand
Tobacco in a pocket and rifle in hand,
Inside their uniform
There's an old greasy comb,
Some were never leaving
And some were going home.

The Little Ships © Robbie Kennedy Bennett





Ladybank, Fife.




THE NEXT GIFT TO LIFE IS FREEDOM ©
by Robbie Kennedy Bennett 1992

I always thought grandad seemed bothered
Although I couldn't think why,
So I went inside to ask grandma
And a tear then appeared in her eye.

For his country he became a young soldier
He was drafted to fight in the war,
'Possibly killed in action'
That man said to me at the door.

Eighteen months later a letter
Was somehow delivered to me,
'We have reports your husband is captive
In a camp so hurtful to see'.

All this time of being a young widow
Your grandad hung on to his life,
'Return him back Lord I said softly
Again I can be his sweet wife'.

I looked out of the window one morning
Through our gate this stranger did walk,
I called out 'sir can I help you?
I realised when he started to talk.

Three stone light with receding grey hair
The muscle had gone from his body,
He stood on the mat that said 'welcome'
His suit was shabby and shoddy.

He took off his coat in the parlour
His shirt was too big for his size,
He looked down and softly did whisper
'I must be a sight for sore eyes'.

I held him and said 'my heart's loving'
Be sorry to me don't you dare',
'I'll get you back soon good and healthy'
Our home is so full of care'.

My grandad is now in his greenhouse
He's tending and watering his plants,
He has put some stuff on the footpath
To keep at bay all of the ants.

He spends all his time in his garden
He doesn't often go out,
But most nights he wakes about midnight
In his sleep he loudly shouts out.

The suffering he had is a memory
And fellow prisoners did die,
'Has he ever told you this grandma?
'Yes he has son, but it made him cry'.

I'd like to think his thoughts are fading
With help of the healing of time,
A captive but fortunate soldier
Unlucky to have witnessed the crime.

By now I had to settle my grandma
Because she was getting upset,
They were blessed to recover their marriage
But for honour they still pay their debt.

A medal may hang on his tunic
In a picture I've seen in a frame,
My grandma she still has a letter
She's a widow because it bares his name.

'The next gift to life is freedom'
My grandad he told me one day,
Like others for Crown and their Country
There's a price for a family to pay.


The Next Gift To Life Is Freedom © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

















Ironbridge, Shropshire.





TELL HIM THAT THE WAR IS WON ©
by Robbie Kennedy Bennett 1994

Young men dying and there's widows crying,
Mothers sobbing 'not my son'.
Father sits alone on the garden bench,
Now tell him that the war is won.

Children singing and there's church bells ringing,
The vicar says 'the lord we'll praise'.
Father sits alone on the garden bench,
While the Union Jack they raise.

Men are drinking a dozen pints they're sinking,
The world's now full of fun.
Father sits alone on the garden bench,
How they made the enemy run.

His heart is breaking and his limbs are aching,
He wishes he could see his son.
Mother comes to father at the garden bench,
Now tell them that the war is won.


Dedicated to the families of any gallant soldier.





Grosvenor Park, Chester.







Look at That Lady © Robbie Kennedy Bennett


© Robbie Kennedy Bennett
Remembrance Day 2011, Codsall.


BRAVE MEN of CODSALL © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Lovely are the daffodils
in tendered borders

white and yellow daffodils
for those who followed orders

brave men of Codsall

names on plaques there to read
people by there they do proceed
they stride to ride the train incoming
almost running they are
next stop is Codsall

spend a little time next time
imagine yourself in their time next time
there for a cause not committing a crime
brave men of Codsall

read a service mans name next time
give a soldier your time sometime
fought for freedom of yours and mine
brave men of Codsall

lovely are the daffodils
in tendered borders

white and yellow daffodils
standing there in order

brave, brave men of Codsall



© Robbie Kennedy Bennett
May 2012

It was a lovely May morning as I was walking up to Codsall village to collect a morning paper. I could hear a train slowly rumble on over the railway bridge as people were scurrying down Station Road.

At the time I was admiring the spring daffodils in the borders of the remembrance garden. They were grown for men of Codsall and perhaps planted by men of Codsall.

See names on page CODSALL and OAKEN.

Brave Men of Codsall © Robbie Kennedy Bennett




COME STAND WITH ME IN LADYBANK © Poetic Writing of Robbie Kennedy Bennett www.rkbpoetry.co.uk

He would have told me,
Here’s Monkstown, where I lived Robbie.
If only, he had told me,
There’s his home, that’s where he lived.

He would have told me,
Steam trains were plenty in Ladybank.
If only, he had told me,
Stories of old in Ladybank.

I never thought to question him,
I was pre-occupied.
I lost my opportunity,
I wish I had before he died.

On the platform alone in Ladybank,
The Dundee train commutes on through.
If only, he had told me,
The train to Dundee he’s seen it too.

Come see the Lomonds from Ladybank,
Come wait at the station and stand with me.
We’ll stand together,
We’ll call in at Cupar and dine in Dundee.

Let’s wear a poppy in Ladybank,
We’ve worn one we have elsewhere.
He never told me,
I’m pleased you’ve been,
I’m glad you’re there.

Come stand with me in Ladybank,
We’ll read every soldiers name.
He never told me,
I’m pleased you’ve been,
I’m glad you came.

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Come Stand With Me In Ladybank © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Thinking of my Dad’s childhood days while I was in Ladybank and wishing he were here with me. Looking at things he would have seen and wondering what changes have been made since he went away to do National Service. While I was on the station platform the train to Dundee approached. I watched it has it left Ladybank gradually turning to the east and out of site. I imagined my Dad doing the same but listening to the engine building up the power and watching the steam that would have be seen for many a mile.

Regarding the War Memorial where I have mentioned ‘we’ll read every soldiers name.’ I am in possession of a paper cutting about Ladybank sent to me from a relative living in Louisiana. It reports that manager Mr H.Bennet gave over the Picture House for 2 evenings to raise money for the War Memorial fund. (Hector Bennet was my Great Grandfather and lived in Monkstown). Within the entertainment were artistic dances by Miss Lizzie Reid of Church Street and special films from Provost Crichton. Quote from that report, ‘The accommodation was taxed to its utmost, and the drawings amounted to Ł23.’ Unfortunately I do not know what year this would have been.

Upon researching more about the Ladybank War Memorial in September 2011, the Architect George Charles Campbell 1882 – 1932 may have been involved in the project from after the year of 1918.

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www.lancs-fusiliers.co.uk/

SOLDIER, KIRKCALDY SOLDIER © Robbie Kennedy Bennett

Soldier,
Kirkcaldy Soldier
how you fought your way through France
for freedoms fight, the chance
increase the right for peace
to live in peace
Soldier,
Kirkcaldy Soldier

ne'er did you come home
or grow older
Soldier,
Kirkcaldy Soldier
there builds sadness, an inner tear
your bravery, your fear
you Lancashire Fusilier
dearest Soldier
Kirkcaldy Soldier

your name, your stone
from the Great War
and on the Church wall at Abbotshall
proud of you Soldier
Kirkcaldy Soldier

years have passed
were winters colder?
those muddy trenches
Soldier,
Kirkcaldy Soldier
in fields you fought in France
for freedoms fight, the chance
increase the right for peace
rest in peace
courageous Soldier
Kirkcaldy Soldier

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett
FOR POPPY SCOTLAND
Please support all Poppy Appeals, and spare a thought for those serving their country over Christmas.


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A MINUTE of SILENCE and SAPPER CLIVE SMITH ©

A minute of silence
I’ve done plenty
In numerous centre-circles
Since well before aged twenty

A minute of silence
In sorrowful surround
But last Saturday afternoon
At our football ground

A minute of silence
Lest we forget was won
We stood together
This Father, his Son and Grandson

A minute of silence
Support, Wolves have always been rich
Never more so
Than when Clive Smith walked onto the pitch

A minute of silence
This brave soldier
To the centre-circle
A mitre match ball, he handed over

…..Then, a minute of silence
Red poppies amongst mascots
An impeccable minute of silence

A minute of silence
Consider this club as rich
With support and the silence
And Sapper Clive Smith on the Molineux pitch

© Robbie Kennedy Bennett 2013


In 2012 and 2013 I have been at Molineux when Sapper Clive Smith carried the match ball onto the Molineux pitch. He lost both legs in a roadside explosion whilst serving in Afghanistan. Sapper Clive Smith is from Cannock and a devoted Wolves supporter.

Since writing the poem I have read other comments of that few minutes at Molineux with one being described as the most respected they had ever heard with only the sound of the flapping Wolves flags.

Both sets of players and supporters of Wolves and Stevenage were a credit to their club.

I was also later to find that Sapper Clive Smith was the face of the previous year's National Poppy Appeal. He surely is an inspirational, remarkable man and Wolves must be honoured to have his support.


A MINUTE of SILENCE and SAPPER CLIVE SMITH © Robbie Kennedy Bennett





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In My Blood, by Robbie Kennedy Bennett on Scotland's Enchanted Kingdom. This and a short detailed account plus other odes about Fife. Featured since 2008;
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Football Poets / Robbie Kennedy Bennett;
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Wolverhampton wanderer muses on coastal path
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An Ode To Hugh, Devotion In Rhyme;
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