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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.
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Marian Raines and Gertie Erickson stopped at the city shop on Friday to sell poppies for Memorial Day. Taylor Barragan and Ward Gilchrist were at the shop to buy some poppies.
• In 1915, inspired by the poem "In Flanders Fields," Moina Michael replied with her own poem:
• 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.
• She then conceived of an idea to wear red poppies on Memorial day in honor of those who died serving the nation during war. She was the first to wear one, and sold poppies to her friends and co-workers with the money going to benefit servicemen in need.
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