We saw many fields of poppies
When I see poppies, I always think of the poem, In Flanders Fields, which Tom, our guide, quoted for us.
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.
…We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Lt. Col. John McCrae, written during WW1, died in France, 1918
