A member stood and read out a poem she'd written as a personal tribute to a family member and the tribute paid to the Forces at the Albert Hall.
A sea of blood red poppies lay spread across the ground,
While thousands keep on falling and settle on the ground.
Silently, silently they stand with heads a bowed,
Covered in the petals like a ghostly shroud.
A life for every petal who paid the highest cost.
A memory, a memory of someone we have lost.
I have a single petal this is my husbands kin.
Arthur was his name and he's named after him.
El Alamein he fell Amid the battle blast,
A hateful day to many that lays now in the past.
Rows of whit crosses stand amidst the heat
A poignant reminder like the petals at their feet.
Always remember them Veterans new, Veterans old,
For future generations there story Must be told.
Originating back to the 11th century where animals where brought to be sold and the wealthy Abbots and Priors came to replenish their stocks of wine etc. Boston owed its prominence to its port, then the 2nd largest in the country. Gradually the Boston Fair declined from its religious importance and came to meet the needs of the local people.
Everyone has a memory of the day the Fair came to town!