Lest We Forget

We live in a world of the smart phone that has so many functions, you can organise your whole life on it which is great, until you forget where you put it!

It does happen. We tend to forget things very easily on a daily basis, from the small to large, unimportant to very important!

As the theme of the “Recessional” poem written by Rudyard Kipling reminds us – if a nation forgets the true source of its success – its military or material possessions will be insufficient in times of war.

‘God of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle line,
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!’

Rudyard Kipling (abridged version)

Ocean of Poppies

This is a story from ages ago,
A battle occurred between friend and foe.
A colourful paradise was there before,
But soon wrecked, not beautiful anymore.
The Fields were churned and full of mud,
Where so many lay and shed their blood.

But when it seemed all hope was gone,
A red spotlight appeared and shone.
Paper thin poppies rose from the floor,
There were thousands, maybe more.
The red-velvet carpet kept the ground warm,
It seemed that hope was starting to form.

So, in present day, this is how we remember,
Every year on the 11th November.
A minute of silence always takes place,
Poppies are worn with love and grace.
So, when the poppies rise from the ground,
We shall all remember, without a sound.

A poem by Bea and Evie (Age 11)

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