Remembrance Day

Jan Leeming

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Date: 13th November 2017

Through Twitter I've become friends with James Kitto who lives in Cornwall and takes some amazing photos. He is a teacher and sent me this lovely poem about Remembrance Day and has allowed me to share it with you.  I'm doing so because not only is it apposite and poignant but I am disturbed at reading that many of today's youth do not buy a Poppy because they mistakenly believe it glorifies War.  On the contrary, Remembrance Day and wearing a Poppy commemorates huge sacrifice on those who died (and the families they left bereft) in order that we enjoy the freedom we do today

The Inquisitive mind of a child"

Author Unknown

“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 field where the poppy grows.”
“But why are the poppies 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

And the photo is the one taken by James


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