Smug Git
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Reading DevilMoon's link I was reminded of something that I didn't mention, which is the wearing of poppies. All the wreaths are made of poppies (mostly plastic and paper; they are left at the memorials for some time). Most of us will wear a poppy too.
Many of the fields in which the dead lay were full of poppies, a fact remembered in this poem that was linked on DM's page:
In Flanders Fields
John McCrae, 1915.
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.
(I think that it was the British legion started selling poppies for the war widows (and maybe the veterans too))
War poetry is about the only sort I really like. It has the added advantage that most people on the net aren't writing any, thank God.
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Last edited by Smug Git on 11-08-2001 at 07:07 PM
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