In Flanders Fields

poppies

 

At the eleventh hour on the eleventh day of the eleventh month of 1918, the fighting stopped. It was the end of World War I :  the war that destroyed a generation and changed the world forever.   Remembrance or Poppy Day is observed annually in South Africa to commemorate the sacrifice of veterans and civilians not only in the two World Wars but in all other wars as well.

The red remembrance poppy has become a familiar emblem of Remembrance Day due to the poem “In Flanders Fields”. These poppies bloomed across some of the worst battlefields of Flanders in World War I, their brilliant red colour an appropriate symbol for the blood spilled in the war.

In Flanders fields (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.