We first found the dried poppy seed heads, then a day or two later the bud, which we picked and set in water…it made a beautiful blossom, perfect for the day.
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.
There is a WWI memorial in Kansas City MO that has a wonderful element..as you enter the bldg. you go over a clear bridge and beneath is a field of poppies one for each recorded American death. Very moving.
Your photo is very touching. So much loss for so many countries.
I was just going to post about the WW 1 Memorial in Kansas City, Mo. I had tears in my eyes as I walked over that glass and saw all the poppies below. I posted a picture of Hitty sitting on that clear glass that day. I meant no disrespect by this because in all our travels I do not believe anything touched me any more. Except maybe the changing of the guard at Arlington Cemetery. It will bring tears to your eyes, too.
Constance would not forget…and she is our constant little reminder. What a lovely poppy she found!!!! We love her to pieces!!!
We first found the dried poppy seed heads, then a day or two later the bud, which we picked and set in water…it made a beautiful blossom, perfect for the day.
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.
We wish the skylarks could fly in peaceful places today and always.
Despite the fact that I have no family members who fell on Flanders’ fields, I find this a very moving photo and remembrance. Thank you.
You are very welcome. The only family member I know of to die in action was killed in his first day of battle in the US Civil War.
This is so poignant. Thank you.
You are welcome.
There is a WWI memorial in Kansas City MO that has a wonderful element..as you enter the bldg. you go over a clear bridge and beneath is a field of poppies one for each recorded American death. Very moving.
Your photo is very touching. So much loss for so many countries.
The memorial sounds very thoughtful and sad, thanks for telling me about it.
I was just going to post about the WW 1 Memorial in Kansas City, Mo. I had tears in my eyes as I walked over that glass and saw all the poppies below. I posted a picture of Hitty sitting on that clear glass that day. I meant no disrespect by this because in all our travels I do not believe anything touched me any more. Except maybe the changing of the guard at Arlington Cemetery. It will bring tears to your eyes, too.
It truly sounds like an unforgettable memorial. I am sure you were respectful and that it was a meaningful time for you.