The Falling Leaves
Today, as I rode
I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree
In a still afternoon,
When no wind whirled them whistling to the sky,
But thickly, silently,
They fell, like snowflakes wiping out the noon;
And wandered slowly thence
For thinking of a gallant multitude
Which now all withering lay,
Slain by no wind of age or pestilence,
But in their beauty strewed
Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay.
by Margaret Postgate-Cole

She wrote The Falling Leaves in 1915 about the fallen soldiers in WW1.
The poem is calm and demonstrates that people on the home front during the war remained ignorant of what was happening on the Western Front. The poem says, "I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree". The leaves represent soldiers on the battlefield who are left to rot, forgotten and lost forever. Another simile is "Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay." The snowflakes represent the soldiers, melting together, forgotten. The Flemish clay is the Belgian soil where the fighting took place.
Crosses in Edinburgh’s Garden of Remembrance commemorate some of those who have died in conflicts since the First World War.