Along with a few other bits and bobs, we received a poignant poem - TopicsExpress



          

Along with a few other bits and bobs, we received a poignant poem in the post today from our good friend, Royal Navy veteran Charlie Barnes: The Inquisitive Mind of a Child Why are they selling poppies, mummy? Selling poppies in town today. The poppies, child, are flowers of love For the men who marched away. But why have they chosen a poppy, mummy? Why not a beautiful rose? Because, my child, men fought and died In the fields where the poppies grow. But why are the poppies so red, mummy? Why are the poppies so red? Red is the colour of blood, my child The blood our soldiers shed. The heart of the poppy is black, mummy Why does it have to be black? Black, my child, is the symbol of grief For the men who never came back. But why mummy are you crying so? Your tears are giving you pain. My tears are my fears for you my child For the world is FORGETTING AGAIN. Author unknown.
Posted on: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 11:59:34 +0000

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