Friday Poppys



Constance found a Poppy flower for Remembrance Day.

A Friday bouquet at our house.



12 thoughts on “Friday Poppys

  1. Constance would not forget…and she is our constant little reminder. What a lovely poppy she found!!!! We love her to pieces!!!

  2. 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.

  3. 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.

  4. There is a WWI memorial in Kansas City MO that has a wonderful 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.

  5. 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.

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