1. The Bridge

2. These faces, these names
Are a bridge from then to now
All those young men, all those hearts
Walking on the unfamiliar brow
Of an unfamiliar hill
From Stocksbridge to a kill

4. These soldiers, these boys
Are a bridge from now to then
All those uniforms walking slowly
All these unforgotten men
On an unfamiliar hill
From Stocksbridge to a kill

6. You can hear Yorkshire
In the way they talk
You can see Stocksbridge
In the way they walk
You can see the men they could have become
As they march behind the beating of history’s drum

8. These phantoms, these ghosts
Walk behind us as we go
Through Grenoside in the sun
Through Deepcar in the snow
This is where Remembrance starts:
From Stocksbridge to our hearts.

11. The Bridge
Poem by Ian McMillan
Photographs by Ian Beesley

12. The Bridge
In response to Ian McMillan’s poem and the war memorials of Stocksbridge I have tried to connect them all photographically, historically and metaphorically
I decided to use a plate camera, this was the sort of camera used during WW 1, all the exposures were two minutes in duration, to reference the silence on Remembrance day and finally I printed the images and poems on paper that was made in factory in Northern France near to where these men fell. Their new Remembrance created in Stocksbridge on a little bit of France.