Saturday 8 November 2014

Remembering




   

The Hawthorn Tree

Not much to me is yonder lane
Where I go every day;
But when there’s been a shower of rain
And hedge-birds whistle gay,
I know my lad that’s out in France
With fearsome things to see
Would give his eyes for just one glance
At our white hawthorn tree.


Not much to me is yonder lane
Where he so longs to tread:
But when there’s been a shower of rain
I think I’ll never weep again
Until I’ve heard he’s dead.

Siegfried Sassoon

5 comments:

Rachel said...

A lovely poppy, with an atmosphere matching Sassoon's words.

crazyQstitcher said...

A really beautiful poppy and poem by Sassoon

Anonymous said...

Both the stitching and the painting are so delicate and subtle. Gorgeous!

Valerie Gardiner said...

Lovely, moving me to tears.

rose AKA Walk in the Woods - she/her said...

So, so lovely!