In the losses that we at Ulster Rugby have suffered this year it may have gone unnoticed that Ulster and Irish International prop, Miss Lauren Day, lost her sister Channing. She paid a moving and emotional tribute to her sister.
I trust it is not out of place for those of us who observe such things to simply say,
They shall grow not old,
as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them,
nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun
and in the morning
We will remember them.
I have now finished a short piece which I would like to dedicate to Channing.
"Poppies"
From Flanders fields to Helmand Province,
The poppies they still grow,
The faces of the soldiers change,
But the poppies they still blow.
Each crop of poppies is our loss,
The pain of loss won't yield,
Fresh faced children aren't replaced,
Like poppies in a field.