Monday, 12 November 2012

Remembrance Day

Yesterday was Remembrance Day. It used to be known as Armistice Day.
The ceremony here was less formal than Anzac Day and really oriented to individual memories. It was very touching. Many people placed poppies at the shrine. The whole day chokes me up more and more as I get older.

Here is a photo of the real Flanders showing the poppies growing naturally.

A real Flanders field with poppies growing.
Of course you know the poem by John McCrae, the Canadian who summed up the sadness so eloquently. Oddly, I thought it said that the poppies grow, rather than blow. If only the politicians would care more.


        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


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