Remembrance

A local sculpture ,Stuart Murdoch,carved these words for me ,by Burns, about the transitory nature of human pleasure,from Tam o Shanter on a piece of slate, to which I have added my Tower of London poppy ,and seems an appropriate photo for this weekend ,when even the brief blip of life which with we are blessed was and indeed still is, made even briefer for so many by the carnage of war.
"But pleasures are like poppies spread,you seize the flower its bloom is spread ,or like the snow falls on the river,A moment white ,then melts for ever"