Today it a day of reflection. To thank all of those who fought for us so that we could have freedom.
In Canada Veterans will sell these plastic poppies and people where them in remembrance. |
The poem was written by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae during World War I. It decribes the poppies that grew in the war torn fields, and thus the poppy quickly became a symbol of the war and remembrance.
In Flanders Field
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
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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