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.
By John McCrae
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The Story Behind the Poppies of Flanders Fields
Image by Benita Welter from Pixabay
M. K. Waller 
This post is timely for me because I was just wondering (again) how the poppy became a symbol for remembering fallen soldiers. I think I was told before – but long forgot – and I sure miss all the Vets that used to sell the little poppies out side of stores –
“The poem’s imagery of poppies between the crosses has made the poppy a symbol of remembrance for World War I’s fallen soldiers”
thanks for sharing this poem this month 🙂
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When I was ten, my mother and I met a member of the VFW selling Buddy Poppies outside of a store. She bought two, penned them on us, and said they were important but didn’t say why. I guess I learned their significance when I read the poem in high school.
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