In Flanders fields the poppies blow....

Day 624 - the day what was a usual Monday early school pick up except we had to go to the school uniform shop *again* to replace yet another lost item and buy some trousers that fit him now it's too cold for shorts. This was only made better by toffee crisp cakes and coffee at Costa.

Not seen this literary sculpture in town before with pages flying out of a book with lines from poems. Given the boy is military obsessed at the mo and learning about remembrance at school he noticed this 'page'. Even more surprisingly he recognised the poem and almost recited, but not quite, the next few lines......

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.

~John McCrae, May 1915