10/11/2024
A TIME TO REMEMBER 🌺
We hope you can join us tomorrow at 11:00 when we'll be observing a minute's silence in recognition and reflection of all the servicemen and women who sacrificed so much for our freedoms today. and to those still serving both here in the UK and those stationed abroad, we salute you!
Why are they selling poppies, mother?
Selling poppies in town today?
The poppy, my child, is the flower of love
for the men, who marched away.
Why did they choose a poppy, mother?
Why not a beautiful rose?
Because, my child, men fought and died
in the fields, where the poppy grows.
But why is the poppy so red?
Red is the colour of blood, my child,
the blood that our soldiers shed.
The heart of the poppy is black, mother.
Why does it have to be black?
Black is the symbol of grief, my child,
for the men, who never came back.
But why, mother dear, are you crying so?
Your tears are like winter rain.
My tears are my fears for you, my child,
for the world is forgetting again
JF Willcocks 'An Inquisitive Child'
