Of course, the poppy reminds us of one of the most famous poems from the time of WW1 by John McRea:
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.
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.
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.
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.
This week, I'd like you to be inspired in some way by Remembrance Day. If that's a little deep for you, take inspiration from the beautiful poppy, its delicate design or its intense deep red colour.
A somewhat more serious prompt for us this week but yours to take in whichever direction you'd like.
If you'd like to share, be sure to link up at the Flickr Gallery (here) with the tag WM#109.
Hey there, I don't have a flickr account, but here's a link to my Remembrance Day layout: http://roxyrolla.blogspot.ca/2013/11/lest-we-forget.html Love to have you stop by!
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