Alex McEwan

poem by Alex McEwan

A child’s lament Daddy had to go away to war In land I didn’t know before To help the people there he said But my heart was filled with dread His voice cheered me on the phone Every week when he called home... Read more

poem by Alex McEwan

Rhodesia A soldier’s day 1977 Here I lay shaded from African sun Waiting for my foe to come I came to this land for fortune not fame Now daily I play this deadly game This beautiful country ravaged by war Lyi... Read more

story by Alex McEwan

The Great War is over Jake King like thousands of others who had survived the carnage of trench warfare are returning home. He had spent the last of his teenage years fighting in France and Belgium. They had been promised a la... Read more

story by Alex McEwan

this is part of the first chapter of my second novel I am writing look out for my first coming soon available on Kebo Apple Ipod and Barns Noble titled The Broken bush I A cheer rose on the crowded deck as the English coa... Read more

story by Alex McEwan

Having had the courage to submit my first book to Kindle originally name one mans ideolgy I changed the title to THE BROKEN BUSH HERE IS THE FRIST CHAPTER OF ANOTHER BOOK I AM WORKING ON COMMENTS WELCOMED GOOD OR BAD Its Over ... Read more

story by Alex McEwan

They had all been slaughtered the blood darkened the earth floor of the workshop the bodies had been heaped on top of each other they had been hack to death. The stench from the afternoon sun on the tin roof had made it in to an oven.... Read more

story by Alex McEwan

This is the first part of a novel based on the Rhodesian Bush war in the 1970s I would appreciate any feed back Chapter One Two long wheel based Land Rover topless safaris, both with two rows of seats in the rear, followed by ... Read more

publication by Alex McEwan

A cheer rose on the crowded deck as the English coast came in to view in the cold January morning. The troop ship Adriana had set sail from the quay side at the French port of Le-Harve, as darkness fell the previous night.... Read more

poem by Alex McEwan

Rhodesia 1977 A soldier’s other day Morning comes as the sky turns light Chasing away the blackness of night Landscape before me, the river in view Wondering how the day will ensue Check my weapon over again and aga... Read more

poem by Alex McEwan

A Hundred Years On I stand here and look, at your white tombstone You died near this spot, you were not alone Long rows of crosses stand mute in the sand Row upon row like a mourning band Brief inscription carved upon the cro... Read more

poem by Alex McEwan

You threw open the door like some deranged man Like some goat herder, from the Sudan Your blonde straggly hair, is like a burst pillow Nostrils are flaring as you snort and billow Eyes that could pierce armour with your glare ... Read more

poem by Alex McEwan

Rhodesia 1976 Wasted and wounded and laid on the ground Empty brass ammo cases lie all around Four of us faced the foe in this action, alive Please god I’m not the only one to survive All is quite we won this round... Read more

poem by Alex McEwan

My Love Affair Relaxing here on my reclining chair Eyes are shaded from the suns bright glair Reading a good book, with drink in hand Body is turning brown, as it’s tanned Smells of eastern spices fill the air This ... Read more

poem by Alex McEwan

From our street with church and spire We leave our home in Lancashire To reach our Turkish hideaway Manchester airport is the gateway Five hours later we touch down Faces around us olive brown Forty minutes we travel by c... Read more

poem by Alex McEwan

Homeless people out on the street Nowhere to sleep, nowhere to eat Worldly possessions in one little bag Walking along with shoulders that sag Where have they come from no one asks What pain do they hide beneath their mas... Read more

poem by Alex McEwan

Mum and dad are being really mean Ever since, I turned sixteen Come home early when you go out And behave don’t lark about Clean your room, it is such a mess They say looking at it causes stress They moan when my frien... Read more

story by Alex McEwan

A cheer rose from the men on the crowded decks, as the English coast came in to view on the cold January morning. The old tramp steamer Adriana had been converted to a troop transport, she had set sail from the quay side at the Frenc... Read more