Creating the Story in Art entitled "The Last Post"
Tracey Roberts © 2015
As I pause to listen to those melancholy, haunting notes of “The Last Post”, I remember too, that amid the sadness, there will always be beauty in the hopefulness of the fragile yet persistent dancing symbols of remembrance – the rich, red poppies.
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.