Please note that the next meeting will be at the Staveley Leisure centre where we will be using the climbing wall. Make sure you bring suitable footwear (not boots!)
Please be there for 6pm. There will be a cost of £2.00 per person towards the cost of hire and instructors.
We should be finished for 7.45pm so make sure parents are aware what time to pick you up.
See you all then.
Skip
Saturday, 8 November 2008
Wednesday, 5 November 2008
Wear a Poppy!
WEAR A POPPY
"Please wear a poppy", the lady said
And held one forth, but I shook my head.
Then I stopped and watched as she offered them there,
And her face was old and lined with care;
But beneath the scars the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.
A boy came whistling down the street,
Bouncing along on carefree feet.
His smile was full of joy and fun,
"Lady", said he, "may I have one"?
When she'd pinned it on he turned to say,
"Why do we wear a poppy today"?
The lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered, "This is Remembrance Day,
And the poppy there is the symbol for
The gallant men who died in war.
And because they did, you and I are free,
That's why we wear a poppy, you see.
"I had a boy about your size,
With golden hair and big blue eyes.
He loved to play and jump and shout,
Free as a bird he would race about.
As the years went by he learned and grew
and became a man - as you will, too.
"He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile,
But he'd seemed with us such a little while.
When war broke out and he went away
I still remember his face that day.
When he smiled at me and said, Goodbye,
I'll be back soon, Mum, so please don't cry.
"But the war went on and he had to stay,
And all I could do was wait and pray.
His letters told of the awful fight,
(I can see it still in my dreams at night).
With the tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire,
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and fire
"Till at last, at last, the war was won,
And that's why we wear a poppy son".
The small boy turned as if to go,
Then said, "Thanks, lady, I'm glad to know.
That sure did sound like an awful fight,
But your son - did he come back all right?"
A tear rolled down each faded cheek,
She shook her head, but didn't speak.
I slunk away in a sort of shame,
And if you were me you'd have done the same,
For our thanks, in giving, if oft delayed,
Though our freedom was bought - and
Thousands paid!
And so when we see a poppy worn,
Let us reflect on the burden borne,
By those who gave their very all.
When asked to answer their country's call
That we at home in peace might live.
Them wear a poppy! Remember - and give!
Don't forget to get your poppy this week, and wear it with pride and remembrance.
Skip.
"Please wear a poppy", the lady said
And held one forth, but I shook my head.
Then I stopped and watched as she offered them there,
And her face was old and lined with care;
But beneath the scars the years had made
There remained a smile that refused to fade.
A boy came whistling down the street,
Bouncing along on carefree feet.
His smile was full of joy and fun,
"Lady", said he, "may I have one"?
When she'd pinned it on he turned to say,
"Why do we wear a poppy today"?
The lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered, "This is Remembrance Day,
And the poppy there is the symbol for
The gallant men who died in war.
And because they did, you and I are free,
That's why we wear a poppy, you see.
"I had a boy about your size,
With golden hair and big blue eyes.
He loved to play and jump and shout,
Free as a bird he would race about.
As the years went by he learned and grew
and became a man - as you will, too.
"He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile,
But he'd seemed with us such a little while.
When war broke out and he went away
I still remember his face that day.
When he smiled at me and said, Goodbye,
I'll be back soon, Mum, so please don't cry.
"But the war went on and he had to stay,
And all I could do was wait and pray.
His letters told of the awful fight,
(I can see it still in my dreams at night).
With the tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire,
And the mines and bullets, the bombs and fire
"Till at last, at last, the war was won,
And that's why we wear a poppy son".
The small boy turned as if to go,
Then said, "Thanks, lady, I'm glad to know.
That sure did sound like an awful fight,
But your son - did he come back all right?"
A tear rolled down each faded cheek,
She shook her head, but didn't speak.
I slunk away in a sort of shame,
And if you were me you'd have done the same,
For our thanks, in giving, if oft delayed,
Though our freedom was bought - and
Thousands paid!
And so when we see a poppy worn,
Let us reflect on the burden borne,
By those who gave their very all.
When asked to answer their country's call
That we at home in peace might live.
Them wear a poppy! Remember - and give!
Don't forget to get your poppy this week, and wear it with pride and remembrance.
Skip.
Sunday, 2 November 2008
What's been happening?
Apologies for the lack of posts during the last month, only I have been extremely busy working. Some of you already know that I am a professional photographer, amongst other things, and during beginning of October I was shooting the annual charity calendar for Peak FM. The charity this year is Weston Park, so make sure of purchasing one, all proceeds will be going to Weston Park. Only a fiver! Then we went off to Spain and only got back this weekend.
Okay so this coming Friday is tin cook night. We're going to be giving a demo on how to make a hobo stove from a tin can, so if you want to bring a burger or sausage and a bread cob, you'll get chance to have a go.
We also have the remembrance parade this coming Sunday at St Thomas' church.
See you all Friday.
Skip.
Okay so this coming Friday is tin cook night. We're going to be giving a demo on how to make a hobo stove from a tin can, so if you want to bring a burger or sausage and a bread cob, you'll get chance to have a go.
We also have the remembrance parade this coming Sunday at St Thomas' church.
See you all Friday.
Skip.
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