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FLOW is a safe, open community where poems, stories, letters and lyrics help people process trauma, share their truth, and feel less alone — in honour of our late patron, Dame Vera Lynn.
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Aligned and united, we work in our teams. And all of us work on the company’s dreams. Success and reward are just over there. We’ll get there with effort, compassion, and care. Into our values we dive and we swim. Together, united, our dream is to win. If anyone...
A BATTLE OF THE SOMME TAIL
They call it a village, it looks like hell, Buildings destroyed by bomb and shell, Smouldering wood and acrid fumes, A greyness over everything looms. There’s mud everywhere under foot, Mixed with rain, earth and soot, The heady smell of death everywhere, A misty...
SPLIT
(Singular Plurality, Linking Individuals Together) We live in a house with so many rooms, where all of us roam in the darkness that looms. We don’t always speak to each other about the things that our host kindly helps us sort out. Our memories don’t always link up...
Safe working from the floor
I’m perfectly safe working from the floor . I’ve worked at height on Emley Moor To trim an Apple tree is not an Arm Wrestle I wouldn’t have to use a trestle, A stack of metal would act as my floor Then I could get busy with my Saw Finishing the job without a care ,...
Sappers friend
Please dont believe the world will end because now you’ve become a Sappers friend Loyal , humorous a bit of a lad A caring loving smashing Dad A loving , providing husband too Who all your life will take care of you. Able to cope with most of the S**t And absorb the...
KITCHENER’S FINGER
We enlisted, signed up, didn’t make a fuss Singing Tipperary we marched off to war, Days of glory ahead were all that we saw. Little did we know of what lay ahead, A man-made place full of death and dread Where heroes stood and cowards fell, There in that stinking...
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A BATTLE OF THE SOMME TAIL
They call it a village, it looks like hell, Buildings destroyed by bomb and shell, Smouldering wood and acrid fumes, A greyness over everything looms. There’s mud everywhere under foot, Mixed with rain, earth and soot, The heady smell of death everywhere, A misty...
SPLIT
(Singular Plurality, Linking Individuals Together) We live in a house with so many rooms, where all of us roam in the darkness that looms. We don’t always speak to each other about the things that our host kindly helps us sort out. Our memories don’t always link up...
Safe working from the floor
I’m perfectly safe working from the floor . I’ve worked at height on Emley Moor To trim an Apple tree is not an Arm Wrestle I wouldn’t have to use a trestle, A stack of metal would act as my floor Then I could get busy with my Saw Finishing the job without a care ,...
Sappers friend
Please dont believe the world will end because now you’ve become a Sappers friend Loyal , humorous a bit of a lad A caring loving smashing Dad A loving , providing husband too Who all your life will take care of you. Able to cope with most of the S**t And absorb the...
KITCHENER’S FINGER
We enlisted, signed up, didn’t make a fuss Singing Tipperary we marched off to war, Days of glory ahead were all that we saw. Little did we know of what lay ahead, A man-made place full of death and dread Where heroes stood and cowards fell, There in that stinking...
COMING HOME
I’ve been away at the war, Things are not the same anymore, I don’t sleep well at night, I hear comrades crying out in fright. It’s not what I dreamt about at the front, I’m sorry, but I have to be blunt, I thought of the home that once I knew, While the bombs and...
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"Through my own experiences in talking with the boys and girls about their thoughts on war and how they felt about going into action… through poetry they express themselves with absolute clarity, deep feeling and simplicity. I only have to read 'In Flanders Field' or Kipling's 'Tommy' to fully appreciate and be thankful for the beauty of FLOW. We must never forget them."
Dame Vera Lynn DBE — Our late patron, 1917–2020
