Poppy Day

I popped out yesterday and didn't get the shot I wanted but did find a bed of poppies in a neighbours garden. I thought it quite apt, so I popped out today to get a shot in remembrance of all those who gave up their tomorrows so we could have today.

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.

Written during the First World War by Canadian physician and Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae.