Cloud or Man...Or Both...

I was at our back door this morning feeding the birds with bread and I noticed this cloud formation which looked to me like a man sleeping.

It touched my heart as it made me think of all the men who lost their lives in War. I always buy a Poppy and I wear it with pride.



In Flanders Fields

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 (1872 - 1918)