A last look at the poppies -For the Fallen

For those of you unable to see the poppies around the Tower of London, follow me as I walk round the Tower for the last time looking at each of these poppies that represent a life lost during WWI . The words are from the poem by Laurence Binyon
'For the Fallen'

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal

Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.

There is music in the midst of desolation

And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young.

Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.

They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted:

They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn,

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them.

They mingle not with with their laughing comrades again:

They sit no more at familiar tables of home:

They have no lot in our labour of the day time:

They sleep beyond England's foam.