Croxley Danes Honours Remembrance Day with Parade and Tribute

We were so privileged to once again participate in Croxley Green’s Remembrance Event this year, held on Sunday 10th November. Seven students from Years 7 to 13 attended the memorial parade, representing the school alongside staff members Mr Harris, Mrs Cox, and Mrs Rimmer. Their presence at the community event reflected a shared commitment to remembering those who served and sacrificed.

The parade made its way from Croxley Green Library to the War Memorial on the Green, with a stop at All Saints Church for a reflective memorial service. At the wreath-laying ceremony, students Caitlin R in Year 8 and Pranav V in Year 7 laid a wreath on behalf of the school, while Head Student, Bibibella M in Year 13 shared her heartfelt poem, Bouquet of Remembrance, adding a personal touch to the solemn occasion.

Many other students attended with local youth organisations, including the Guides, Scouts, and Boys’ Brigade. We are incredibly proud of all our students who represented Croxley Danes with dignity and respect.

The school also held its own Remembrance observance on the playground today, Monday 11th November at 11:00am, where students and staff gathered in silence. The moment was marked by Robbie B, who played The Last Post on his trumpet, bringing a moving sense of tribute to the occasion. As the two-minute silence concluded, students involved in military groups gave a salute, marking the end of this meaningful time of reflection.

Thank you to all our students who took part with maturity and respect, honouring the significance of Remembrance Day for our community, and a special mention for Bibella who read the below poem at both the Croxley Green Remembrance Event and also in our remembrance assembly at school.

The Bouquet of Remembrance

The bouquet of war is a bleeding red.

Sacrifice in scarlet. Crimson courage.

Poppies that run over fields like open wounds,

As raw as the day they bloomed.

Flowers that find roots in the lapels of lovers,

Replanted in pin holes left from years before.

Blossom in absence,

Nourished by memory.

The bouquet of mourning is a striking red,

Tied with barbed wire.

It emanates from the flushed cheeks of grief.