Sunday War Poet...

My Tower of London poppy arrived this week.

It's a little piece of history to treasure forever.

The Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red

In Flanders Fields, by John McRae

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.

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

1872 - 1918

A Canadian doctor, poet, author and soldier . He was a physician and worked as a surgeon during the 

second battle of Ypres, in Belgium. He died from pneumococcus meningitis in 1918 whilst commanding the No 3 Canadian General Hospital in Boulogne.


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You can see a little more about  my Tower of London poppy

here

Winter Poppy



Over the next four Sundays in January
my theme will be poppies.


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