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.
from the poem In Flanders Fields by John MacRae
Although his poem refers to the poppies in Northern France which are now our tokens of remembrance, sadly, since Flanders, there have been too many conflicts.
Today and on Armistice Day we remember those of every nation, race and creed who have died or been injured in war – and, of course, their families.
(Photo of poppies taken in Dorset in October)
and dancing …
It was so warm in the garden today that we took our lunch outside. At first there was a Red Admiral fluttering about – but by the time I picked up my camera, it was gone. I did manage to take these of the Painted Lady.
