Hello all at the SGST. My husband and I read your paper and on page 33 recently there was an article on Remembrance Day and the poppies.
We, being the age we are, can remember all of it as told to us by our grandfathers and great-grandfathers, and of course husband John having been in the army himself, and being a member of RSL, is really associated with the poppy story.
In your article you mentioned poems, which prompted me to write this letter.
John writes poems and for the 100th year since WW1 he wrote a poem about poppies in commemoration of the fellows and girls who worked, suffered and died as a result of all conflicts.
Here is John’s poem, titled Poppies.
A poem by John Atkin.
The poppies that grew on Flanders field and Flanders hill are the poppies that grows for a reason and always will.
They are the coloured red for the blood that our soldiers did spill.
And the black in its centre is the colour of death that the widows of the fallen wore and when another Anzac falls, they always will.
The spilling of blood will never end if we do not to the cause of humanity bend.
Poppies do not grow at Calvary hill, where the lord Jesus died for all humanity.
But the blood that was shed on Calvary hill, like the blood shed at wars, is not God’s doing, it is ours because God gave us a gift named our own free will.
So, when you see a poppy grow, think with respect of the soldiers and others who died in conflicts long, long ago.
On Anzac Day and Remembrance Day, wear your poppies with wholesome pride because whatever you do, you say wherever you go from the tragedy of war you cannot hide.
Valerie Atkin, Inverloch.