Since the second lockdown of 2020, when I went to Spridlington Church and laid poppies on the military graves, I have after attending the Remembrance Service at Lincoln Cathedral called in to the church and placed some of the poppies dropped from the Cathedral roof on the 4 military graves located in the church yard.
“For the Fallen" is a poem written by Laurence Binyon first published in The Times in 1914 You’ll all know the fourth verse.
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.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted:
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not 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.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
Just my way of not forgetting those who gave their tomorrows for our today.
They shall grow not 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.
Excellent Thank you for putting poppies on the military graves. Fav.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Excellent Thank you for putting poppies on the military graves. Fav.