I thought today, I'd write about yesterday and Remembrance Sunday. It's a special day were people gather together to remember those lost in the wars and also pray for them. Many people wear poppies to show their support and it really units everyone together. It's a thoughtful time and on Thursday which was 11/11/10, everyone stopped for a two minute silence at 11am, which was when the first world war stopped.
I don't know any of my family who died in the war. I know my grandad was a desert rat in WW2, but he never spoke or wrote down anything about his time there, I guess it was just too painful. He did collect newspaper cuttings and cigarette cards which we have in the attic. I would have liked to speak to him about his experience but he died before I was born. I'm sure that there is someone connected to my family out there, but finding them could be tough, still though I'd like to find out one day.
This time of year I do go slightly weird and began writing poetry. I don't know why, but I get inspired by things and just have to let all this stuff out. I've written four poems about Remembrance Day now, many about Halloween and a few about Autumn. I need to start writing again really, but so much has been distracting me and now Xmas and three 12st birthdays' around the corner, so I doubt I'll find the time soon.
I think I'll close with a poem, but first I'm going to write about a talk I've to give on Tuesday. It's about something that's happened in my life which could be turned into a script and I decided to talk about what happened to me when I was 12. My family decided to move to New Zealand and we went out there for a 3 weeks holiday to see what it was like. I remember a few things; the first is that we built a toy railway line on the plane and had trains going under our seats, the second was playing with Kori cap at Singapore airport.
Then there is meeting with some cousins who were out there already and staying at their house. Next are the places I remember; hot springs beach, volcanic area, kiwi land, sheep world, a restaurant, a cafe and a hotel.
My mum give me her diary, but there's not a lot in there, so I'm going to have to remember it. Hope it goes okay. :) Here's my poem anyway,
Silent remembrance
(An Amnesty day poem)
When the world is silent
The wind blows through the trees
Scattering leaves on the white stones
These trees saw the end
Shook as the guns fired
And the deaths ended for the first time
Silence filled the rocking branches
The leaves tumbled to the wet grass
The fog cleared from that autumn day
Revealing the destruction of nature
The black, burnt trunks, lined with cracks
The holes were great trees stood
The fields covered by the late yellow harvest,
Turned to mud
The trees stand almost the red flower, today
Each petal representing a snuffled out life
Minimus Nos Obliveisci
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