A Red Poppy To Remember


In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below


We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.


Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.



5 thoughts on “A Red Poppy To Remember

  1. gail cavanaugh says:

    perfect remembrance day post. thank you


  2. Toosh says:

    It’s so very important to remember.
    We had breakfast with the family in Balmoral, then Paul and I headed to Stonewall for the Remembrance Day service. The legion was packed, as was the overflow.
    Nothing says November 11th like the perfect poppy.


    • WolfSong says:

      We went to the service in Teulon. Being so small I missed the bagpipes. The Armoury down the street in the city used to have pipers ever now and then…to me a Service should have a piper…or at least a bugler. Next year, we’ll try Stonewall.
      By the way, Toosh, recognise that poppy? πŸ˜‰


      • Toosh says:

        I was wondering if that was our backyard variety…..beautiful photos. Really beautiful. I could stare at it all day. I never tire of poppies. Any poppies.
        We had a bugler. As well as the air cadet band played o Canada, the hymns, and God Save the Queen to close out.


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