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carlingman · 09-11-2003, 22:37

Did anyone manage to catch the BBC1 Remberance programme on last night introduced by Huw Edwards ??

What I found alarming was their very badly researched facts especially in a program of this nature.

They actually claimed that a Poem was written by a British Soldier killed on active duty in Northern Ireland and placed in an envelope only to be read upon his death.

They then had someone recite the above mentioned poem, all be it a slightly amended version of the original.

On hearing the first line I was somewhat confused and even more so after hearing it all and this soldier was killed in 2002 I believe, yet the very poem was one I had recited at my fathers funeral some 5 years ago.

And without using the vast resources available to the BBC I found the poem was actually written a very long time before that by Mary Frye -

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 softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain.
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am the morning hush.
I am the graceful rush
of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the star shine of the night.
I am the flowers that bloom.
I am in a quiet room.
I am the birds that sing.
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

09-11-2003, 22:37	#13
carlingman Inactive Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: South Posts: 1,520	Re: Poppies Did anyone manage to catch the BBC1 Remberance programme on last night introduced by Huw Edwards ?? What I found alarming was their very badly researched facts especially in a program of this nature. They actually claimed that a Poem was written by a British Soldier killed on active duty in Northern Ireland and placed in an envelope only to be read upon his death. They then had someone recite the above mentioned poem, all be it a slightly amended version of the original. On hearing the first line I was somewhat confused and even more so after hearing it all and this soldier was killed in 2002 I believe, yet the very poem was one I had recited at my fathers funeral some 5 years ago. And without using the vast resources available to the BBC I found the poem was actually written a very long time before that by Mary Frye - 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 softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain. I am the fields of ripening grain. I am the morning hush. I am the graceful rush of beautiful birds in circling flight. I am the star shine of the night. I am the flowers that bloom. I am in a quiet room. I am the birds that sing. I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.