Remembrance Day: They Shall Grow Not Old

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a lightfoot lad.

By brooks too broad for leaping
The lightfoot boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.

Words: A.E. Houseman (1859-1936) – A poem from The Shropshire Lad

Music: George Butterworth (1885-1916) who died in the Battle of the Somme and received the Military Cross for his bravery.

Sunlight through stained glass:
names of the war dead dappled
in crimson and gold.

Author: Sarah Potter Writes

Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between. View all posts by Sarah Potter Writes