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.
Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)
This post is part of the Nature Footsteps Floral Macros meme,
and also part of the Our World Tuesday meme,
and also part of the Ruby Tuesday meme,
and also part of the Wordless Wednesday meme.
Beautiful! A real poppy is so much better than a porcelain one.
ReplyDeleteA]n excellent choice of poem and photo for today.
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Det är så vackert med vallmo. Hur färgen än är.Vacker bild
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Beautiful poppies!!! And a day of memory...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!!!
ReplyDeleteso beautiful they are :)
ReplyDeleteLovely photo, and words.
ReplyDeleteThis poem still makes my skin crawl.
ReplyDelete15 minutes it took him.
Well, a lot more in thinking and experiencing time of course. It is brilliant on so many levels.