Alan Scott - Poet

25/03/2026

Here's my dad's latest poem, and we'd love to hear your thoughts. He has asked that you please read the attached backstory prior to reading the following poem. Thank you

The Innocents Of War

Bombs are falling from the sky,
Gunfire is everywhere,
Bodies falling to the ground,
Why doesn't someone care?

A little girl sits with her mum,
Loud noises all around,
She asks her mum "what shall we do?"
Mum doesn't make a sound.

She'd like to visit all her friends,,
Go knocking on their door,
Not sit inside and fear the worst,
Where laughter is no more.

Her mummy says her daddies gone,
He had to go to war,
God came to earth to hold his hand,
He won't come home no more.

The little girl just sits and cries,
She wants her daddy here,
To cuddle her and hold her tight,
And take away her fear.

The people say it won't be long,
Until the troubles cease,
And when the sun begins to shine,
They all can live in peace.

The noise outside is getting worse,
They both begin to pray,
A bomb lands closely to their house,
Their home is blown away.

The world has lost another child,
So innocent and pure,
I pray to God with all my heart,
That peace will come once more.

Why do men have to go to war,
And fight until they die,
If only God was here on earth,
I'd want to ask him why?

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07/11/2025

Remembrance – VE Day 1945

I’m writing this in 2025, eighty years after VE Day – Tuesday, 8th May 1945 – when the Allies accepted Germany’s unconditional surrender and World War II in Europe came to an end.

Lately I’ve been thinking about the war, especially my mum and dad. My dad served with the Sherwood Foresters regiment from Nottingham. As a child, I often heard my mum say, “Old soldiers never die, they just fade away.” Recently I looked it up, curious about what it really meant.

The phrase suggests that old soldiers are forgotten, but I don’t believe that’s true. Every year on VE Day, the 11th of November, and Remembrance Sunday, they are remembered and celebrated. There are less and less every year, but they are never forgotten.

I’m proud to say my dad survived the war, though like many he spoke little of it. I can only imagine what he saw. As I get older, I’m more grateful than ever for his service. I only wish I’d told him that while he was alive.

Alan

“Old soldiers never die,
They simply fade away.”

01/11/2025

22/07/2025

This poem was inspired by a John Lennon song that popped into my head for no clear reason — just the word isolation struck me as powerful. It got me thinking about people left behind after losing a loved one. When someone loses their partner after many years together, their whole world changes — and I imagine that loneliness can be overwhelming.

The part about friends asking "how have you been?" comes from real life. I think people often hide how they truly feel and say what others expect to hear. But maybe we should say how we really are.

I'm proud of this one, and I hope it speaks to anyone who's felt alone. If you know someone going through something like this, maybe give them a call. A small kindness can mean a lot.

— Alan

30/06/2025

All change…well done to cast and crew of The Revlon Girl, we’ve had some lovely feedback🎭

The audition for ‘Farndale s‘il vols plait‘ is on Friday 4th July see our website for details www.playhousenorthampton.com/auditions

19/03/2025

Henry appeared in my mind one day—a jolly man on horseback, visiting the pub and making friends wherever he went. I don’t know a Henry, nor have I ever been to a Manor House; he is entirely a figment of my imagination. I had no idea where the story would lead, so I let my hand do the writing, and it was great fun bringing his life to the page. He was well-loved, always treating the villagers and spreading cheer. As I wrote, I realized there’s more to his story, and I may explore his younger years someday. I hope you enjoy Henry’s adventures as much as I enjoyed writing them!