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Thankyou @Silverdarling and @CandiceMarie I think there is a special exibition on during our Park's Gala day this summer, I might frame it and see if they want to display it.

Chris x

You could send it to your local BBC radio station - I think the Beeb has local stuff going on everywhere related to WW1

Wd be good to have it on display x also, i agree with SD re BBC x

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p01p34rr

@chriso57

Found this lovely poem online this morning
It's by Chanda L Witherspoon and it' s called LOVE MOON...


He slipped away last night to visit his Love Moon.
As he reached his destination she glowed brightly,
letting him know the she was glad to feel his energy.

He laid in the grass and closed his eyes.
He closed his mind to everything that happened in the day
and focused on the things that were to come tonight.
She started from the tip of his toes ending at his head.

He felt so clean, so free;
wanting to stay with her for eternity.
Knowing that they only had a few hours before the sun had to rise, he quickly rose to his feet and dance with the full moon,
he held her so close, so tight.
Engulfing her scent in the universe,
she whispered in his ear that she would always be near
even if she seem to disappear.

She gave him a glow that made him high
he felt himself elevating to the sky,
feeling as if he would never die.

He noticed a tear coming from her eye,
and asked why do you cry?
She said; that from the moment I saw you
I knew I had to have you,
and from the moment you released your energy,
I knew you could never be my enemy.

When you first looked into the sky,
and hummed that sweet melody,
I knew we would always be for eternity.

I am your Love Moon, and you my Earth Love.
There will never come a night
you will live in fright
wondering if your soul would be soothe right.

She leaned down to kiss him goodnight,
and all he could taste was the wine
that had him entwined.
His mind digested its taste,
never forgetting for those times
they would not be able to embrace.

His intuition told him to express himself
in a way that would allow them to stay
connected for the time
had approached to say goodbye.

He opened his mouth,
and allowed his heart to speak
– he became weak, was fighting sleep.

He had to tell her exactly how he felt,
for he could not predict
when he would see her fullness again.
He opened his mouth and sang to her,
and sang to her, over and over again
he told her that he loved her.
He cried his words, as she became his words.
She ingested every word he fed her,
as he drank from her.

Finally they forced their good-bye's
swearing to one another their love would never die.
As she faded away,
he slipped back to his day,
reminiscing on everything
that made him want to stay with his Love Moon.

Another lovely moon poem (tho feel like am reciting it to myself !)

Mrs Moon
sitting up in the sky
little old lady
rock-a-bye
with a ball of fading light
and silvery needles
knitting the night
(Roger McGough)

Also a lovely poem........

"If I can stop one heart from breaking"

by Emily Dickinson

"If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain."
If anyone has a fave poem,pls share xxxx