Remembering the fallen

In the Trenches

I snatched two poppies
From the parapet’s ledge,
Two bright red poppies
That winked on the ledge.
Behind my ear
I stuck one through,
One blood red poppy
I gave to you.

The sandbags narrowed
And screwed out our jest,
And tore the poppy
You had on your breast ...
Down - a shell - O! Christ,
I am choked ... safe ... dust blind, I
See trench floor poppies
Strewn. Smashed you lie.
Isaac Rosenberg (25 November 1890 – 1 April 1918)

A sombre day and weatherwise too.

On a lighter note I've done the ironing and T has got the first coat of paint on the kitchen - everywhere else is in chaos!!