Stop all the clocks

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H. Auden



Today is the official day of mourning to commemorate all who lost their lives in the MH17 aeroplane crash.

At 16.00hrs local time today, aeroplanes carrying some of the victims are expected to arrive at the local airport.
Also at 16.00 a one minute silence will be held across the country.

Flags have been hung at half-mast all day, and the local fun fair will remain completely still for 15 minutes, pictured is just one of the attractions.