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Memorial Day
randy56
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Remember those,
Many people wear the red poppy to remember the fallen, but most don’t know the history of the poppy and why it was adopted as the symbol for Memorial Day.
It is said that the poppy, which is classified as a weed, had dormant seeds spread by the wind. Those seeds remained dormant in the fields until they were disturbed by battle, which caused them to germinate. Red Field Poppies were among he first things to grow on the battle Fields.
In WW1, a Canadian military officer (John McCrae) lost a close friend in battle. At his battlefield funeral, McCrae observed the poppies in the field and wrote a poem entitled “In Flanders Fields.” In Flanders Fields
BY JOHN MCCRAE
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.
Many people wear the red poppy to remember the fallen, but most don’t know the history of the poppy and why it was adopted as the symbol for Memorial Day.
It is said that the poppy, which is classified as a weed, had dormant seeds spread by the wind. Those seeds remained dormant in the fields until they were disturbed by battle, which caused them to germinate. Red Field Poppies were among he first things to grow on the battle Fields.
In WW1, a Canadian military officer (John McCrae) lost a close friend in battle. At his battlefield funeral, McCrae observed the poppies in the field and wrote a poem entitled “In Flanders Fields.” In Flanders Fields
BY JOHN MCCRAE
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.
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