By Ivor Gurney Suddenly into the still air burst thudding And thudding, and cold fear possessed me all, On the gray slopes there, where Winter in sullen brooding Hung between height and depth of the ugly fall Of Heaven to earth; and the thudding was illness’ own. But still a hope I kept that were…
by Rudyard Kipling “Have you news of my boy Jack?” Not this tide. “When d’you think that he’ll come back?” Not with this wind blowing, and this tide. “Has any one else had word of him?” Not this tide. For what is sunk will hardly swim, Not with this wind blowing, and this tide. “Oh,…
Red poppies have been worn as a show of support for the Armed Forces community since the Royal British Legion’s formation in 1921. The idea originates from a poem, ‘In Flanders Fields’ by Canadian Doctor, Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae when, shortly after losing a friend in Ypres in 1915, he was inspired by the sight…