Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields,
Sleep sweet - to rise anew!
We caught the torch you threw
And holding high, we keep the Faith
With All who died.
We cherish, too, the poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led;
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders Fields.
And now the Torch and Poppy Red
We wear in honor of our dead.
Fear not that ye have died for naught;
We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought
In Flanders Fields
November 1918
I know the poem but didn't know Moina Belle Michael (an American professor and humanitarian) conceived the idea of using poppies as a symbol of remembrance for those who served in World War I.
Please join me in remembering all who went to battle and never came home, our service men and women who have been injured and to all those who are currently serving.
THANK YOU
Ronnie
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