twitter

found a great little site called twitter and as a networking site i am hoping this will mean i reach out to even more people.
i would also like to thank those of you who have already made donations on www.justgiving.com it is much appreciated.
http://twitter.com/fundraiser_dave

Fundraising over the years

I have finally added some great photo's of myself and others having fun whilst fundraising, to have a look at them just click on the link at the bottom of my blog and it will direct you to my flickr pictures!
thanks for looking.

A million blood red poppies, remember them and pray
They gave their tomorrow that we might have this day
We must strive to greater effort for peace and goodwill to reign
Never should one single poppy fall to the floor again.

why wear a Poppy

Why Wear A Poppy

"Please wear a poppy", the lady said, And held one forth, but I shook my head Then I stopped and watched as she offered them there, And her face was old and lined with care; But beneath the scars the years had made There remained a smile that refused to fade. A boy came whistling down the street, Bouncing along on carefree feet. His smile was full of joy and fun, "Lady" said he "may I have one?" When she pinned it on, he turned to say: "Why do we wear a poppy to-day?" The lady smiled in her wistful way And answered: "This is Remembrance Day, `And the poppy there is a symbol for The gallant men who died in the war. " `And because they did, you and I are free That's why we wear a poppy you see. I had a boy about your size, With golden hair and big blue eyes. "He loved to play and jump and shout Free as a bird, he would race about. As the years went by, he learned and grew And became a man - as you will too. "

`He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile, But he'd seemed with us such a little while When war broke out and he went away. I still remember his face that day. "When he smiled at me and said good-bye. 'I'll be back soon, Mum, so please don't cry.' But the war went on and he had to stay And all l could do was wait and pray. "His letters told us of the awful fight (I can see at in my dreams at night), With the tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire, And the mines and the bullets, the bombs and the fire." "That sure did sound like an awful fight, But your son - did he come back alright?" A tear rolled down each faded cheek; She shook her head but didn't speak. I slunk away in a sort of shame, And if you were with me, you'd have done the same; For our thanks, in giving is aft delayed, Though our freedom was bought - and thousands paid! And so, when we see a poppy worn, Let us reflect on the burden borne By those who gave very all When asked to answer their country's call That we at home in peace might live. Then wear a poppy! - and give!