Monday, May 29th, 2017

Remembrance – In Flanders Fields

poppyIn 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.

In my small Ohio town as I grew up, the ladies of the American Legion Auxiliary sold small paper, red poppies that we would buy and wear on our lapel, shirt, or jacket. Some mothers wore them on their aprons (back when moms wore aprons). It was a symbol of remembering the brave military members who died in service to our country. It is still a special memory for me. The tradition originated with the above poem.

Learn more about the author, the poem and the tradition here.

  • "I must study politics and war that my sons may have liberty to study mathematics and philosophy."
  • Joh Adams

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