Written during WWI, In Flanders Field speaks to the heartache John McCrae felt as he observed rows and rows of simple graves on the battlefield where so many had perished.  Poppies had grown up around the crude memorials and soon came to symbolize those who have fallen during wartime.  The poppy is now recognized as the “Flower of Remembrance” and is sold by the American Legion around Memorial Day.

In Flanders Field

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’m not sure if this is why our father planted poppies; but he always had a field of beautiful  poppies. None of us have ever been able to replicate the field he planted and we never see a poppy without thinking of him.


YOUR TURN, iSissies
With wars raging around the world, let’s take the torch passed on by those who have gave their lives in Flanders Fields and hold it high in the cause for peace. Peace in world, yes. But also, peace in our hearts, which will bring peace in our life and in the lives of those we love. Let’s start there – peace in our own hearts.