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Remembrance Sunday

Poppy Day


They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old:

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them.

Poem ‘For the Fallen’ by Robert Laurence Binyon.


November 11th was Armistice Day and today is Remembrance Sunday.

Traditionally red poppies are worn to symbolise those that grew on battle fields such as in Flanders Fields. Here I have a photo of my own little yellow poppy that survived itself against all odds.

A two minute silence is held to mark the end of the First World War, at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month.

Because we should remember all those fallen in all wars.

And make sure that some day it stops.


As a young kid I used to buy a poppy each year at school and when older, go round selling them to the other kids.

I used to observe the two minutes’ silence while watching the poppies fall in a remembrance service on TV, at 11 o’clock on the 11th November. They just kept on falling.

So    Many    Poppies.

So    Many    Lives.

And still we go on killing each other.

When will we stop?



Enchanted Forests

Enchanted Forest 1

Tread softly on the leaf litter; listen

Tiny whispers of magical creatures

Enchanted Forest 2

Don’t stray from the path; sit awhile

Let Nature fill the air around you

Enchanted Forest 3

Across the lake through a gap in the trees

Another enchanted forest waits

Enchanted Forest 4

What are you two doing back there?

There are lots of interesting smells to chase

Enchanted Forest 5

Oh never mind; take your time

I know where I’m going!


I went walking round Newmillerdam in Yorkshire with my sister and her Border Collie, Sparkle. I used to go here often when I lived in the UK and it was lovely to visit all the old haunts again.

Of course her dog, much like Little Monkey, became impatient with our stopping to take photos and in the end just trotted on ahead.