Freedom

The season turns.
The first russet leaves,
encouraged by the wind,
make a bid for freedom.

Lest We Forget

Poppy

 

 

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

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This is the first verse from ‘For the Fallen’ by Laurence Binyon, the poem from which comes the more familiar 4th verse – ‘They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old……’

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