Poppy Day
Remembrance Sunday is also known as Poppy Day because of
the poppies people wear as a sign of remembrance and respect
for those who have given their lives in war.
These poppies are part of one of the wreaths laid at my local War Memorial this moring.
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.
poem written by John McCrae in 1915
Poppy Day
Remembrance Sunday is also known as Poppy Day because of
the poppies people wear as a sign of remembrance and respect
for those who have given their lives in war.
These poppies are part of one of the wreaths laid at my local War Memorial this moring.
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.
poem written by John McCrae in 1915