We went to the oncology ward, and from there Zara and I walked into York. At the gallery, there is an exhibition of World War One art, much of it on loan from the Imperial War Museum. Works by Paul Nash, John Nash, Stanley Spencer, Jacob Epstein, and William Orpen's To the Unknown British Soldier.
Alongside the art there were visitor sketch books provided, children's games and activities and magnetic boards with words, for them to add their feelings.
Using one, this war poem emerged:
SACRAMENT
No march to drums parading
No glittering command
No dreams of armies shining
No broken liberty.
The cities still remember
As careless fields grow cold
The youth who fell midst violets
For laughing days to come.
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