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The Parade, A Poem and A Neighbour’s garden

It’s Remembrance Sunday and we went to watch the Parade in which both LiveWires 2 and 3 were taking part. T said it made her feel very important to be in her Cub uniform marching along with everyone.

The start of the Remembrance Day Parade

There are many war poems to choose from. I like the simplicity of this one, Perhaps by Vera Brittain,  its honesty and the fact that it applies to the death of anyone dear at any time, not just in wartime.  I posted another favourite poem for today here in 2012.

Perhaps, by Vera Brittain

(Dedicated to her fiance Roland Aubrey Leighton, who was killed at the age of 20 by a sniper in 1915, four months after she had accepted his marriage proposal)

Perhaps some day the sun will shine again,
And I shall see that still the skies are blue,
And feel once more I do not live in vain,
Although bereft of You.

Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet
Will make the sunny hours of spring seem gay,
And I shall find the white May-blossoms sweet,
Though You have passed away.

Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright,
And crimson roses once again be fair,
And autumn harvest fields a rich delight,
Although You are not there.

Perhaps some day I shall not shrink in pain
To see the passing of the dying year,
And listen to Christmas songs again,
Although You cannot hear.

But though kind Time may many joys renew,
There is one greatest joy I shall not know
Again, because my heart for loss of You
Was broken, long ago.

In a neighbour’s garden, after the solemnity of the morning, these flower pots made us smile.

 

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No Protest Fatigue …..

…. if we all take it in turns to breathe.

Michael Moore’s words

 
 

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The Last Few Busy Days

We arrived home on Wednesday evening and went straight to the sea.

Porthtowan

We spent Thursday unpacking etc. On Friday morning we went to stand with the Youth strike for the Climate in Truro

The Red Rebels

……..  and in the evening to a splendid Sing and Supper at Mount Pleasant Eco Park with friends.

The delicious menu

Saturday saw us in Truro again for International Peace Day and taking part in a flashmob in Truro Cathedral. The following video  gives a flavour of the wonderful event.

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Today I have made my first Christmas angel of the season out of Victorian window glass and some pretty beads I picked up while away.This afternoon we have been blackberry picking and got caught in a drenching storm and this afternoon ……..

Water rushing down the hill

….. I have made a blackberry cake, Thomasina Miers’ Spiced Blackberry and Brown Sugar Crumble Cake and so – we are home! More about our adventures in later posts.

 

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St Ives, Pages of the Sea and Peace

We’ve been in St Ives today for the Pages of the Sea event initiated by Danny Boyle to commemorate 100 years since the Armistice was signed and WW1 came to an end. It was one of thirty such events on beaches around Britain today. My choir was singing. Several of us wore white poppies which symbolise two important things. The white poppy is to remember ALL the dead, those of all nationalities caught up in the horror of war as soldiers or civilians and to show our commitment to working for Peace.

St Ives when we arrived

Flowers left at low tide to be taken as the tide came in

The sand art at Porthmeor, courtesy of WildWorks. Captain Edward ‘Teddy’ Hain (15 August 1887 – 11 November 1915)

Waiting for the tide to wash away the image of the soldier

Being washed away by the incoming tide

One of the soldiers being remembered today and, on the back, a beautiful and very moving poem written for today by Carol Ann Duffy

St Ives as we were leaving

Other beaches in Cornwall had sand drawings of soldiers too.

Lieutenant Richard Charles Graves-Sawle. On Porthcurno Beach

On Perranporth Beach. Photo by Naomi Smith

 

 
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Posted by on November 11, 2018 in Cornwall, Peace, Photography, poetry, Postaday2018

 

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UN Day and Bruce Kent, Tea Cosies and Kindnesses

It is UN Day today and we were privileged to have Bruce Kent, of CND and a veteran Peace campaigner, in Truro, to speak to us to mark the day. The world celebrates United Nations Day every October 24 to honour the interstate organisation promoting human rights, social progress, and world peace. … Founding the United Nations in 1945 right after the very tragic World War II meant a very important idea to be embedded in every nation – that is to achieve Peace.  This aim becomes more important with each day that goes by.

Cornish flag and United Nations flag on either side of the Union Jack

Later in Truro, I saw a new tea cosy in the bread shop.

Hedgehog cosy

This morning I came across my quotation book again and thought this one of William Wordsworth’s seemed right for today.

“The best portions of a good man’s life are his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness.”

 
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Posted by on October 24, 2018 in Cornwall, Kindness, knitting, Peace, Photography

 

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Walk Around Swanpool

It has been another glorious sunny Autumn day today so this afternoon I walked around Swanpool, a peaceful and gentle place to be.

Swanpool Nature Reserve

Roots, Gull, Mallard pair and Coot

What odd ‘webbed’ feet

SLOW

And, just for interest – this is a photo, not taken by me, of what has happened to Porthminster Beach in St Ives after a recent big storm. There’s another due at the weekend.  The ‘cliff’ is said to be 30ft high!

Porthminster Beach, StIves, after a recent storm

 

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Swans, National Poetry Day, Bumper Stickers and Kath

Waiting on the quayside to see our boat brought in for the winter, I watched a family of swans glide by. There are seven cygnets, one parent leading and the other bringing up the rear, but I could only catch the beginning of the line. It’s lovely to see that all seven have reached such a size safely. You can see five of them as fluffy babies if you click this link.

Swan family on their way by

There have been poems on the BBC all day to mark National Poetry Day. Over the years I have been writing this blog I have given you many of my favourites. Today, I give you the one that the lovely Mr Smith has chosen, Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas.

Fern Hill – Poem by Dylan Thomas

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.

And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and
cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.

All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was
air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the
nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.

And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking
warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.

And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.

Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would
take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.

Waiting later at the lights to leave the quay, I was behind a van with some bumper stickers that I liked so out came my camera!

Save the bees; AIDS awareness;Peace

This post is for my very Dear Friend, Kath, who died far too soon on this day in 2011 and in whose memory I write this Blog. Someone said that we die twice – once when we stop breathing and the second time when our name is said for the last time. Kath lives on, in my heart, in my memory and in my living. Cheers Kath, and thanks for your love.

 

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