A local remembrance day tribute

A tribute to the sacrifice of local people.

DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP

Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there.

I did not die.

This poem was left in an envelope for his parents by Steven Cummins a soldier killed on active service in Northern Ireland, to be opened on the event of his death.

The photos were taken at the Lych Gate St. Mary's Yate