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.
John McCrae
Coast72 
Het blijft een ontroerend gedicht, elke keer weer.
groetjes, Francina
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Het lijkt me wel telkens meer te raken , vooral als je je visualiseert hoe de velden zijn en de geschiedenis die er achter schuil gaat, geen mooier maar ook geen verdrietiger veld te bedenken dan een Flanders field..dank je voor je bezoekje en je tijd te nemen hier Francina
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Beautiful
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Thank you Lyle, it is indeed , a very bright post with such a dark border…..
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I was with my parents in Tunisia when my mother found the grave of her beautiful brother. She only had a vague idea of where it was but with the help of our driver and guide, two Welsh ladies and an Englishman we found the serenely beautiful cemetry, immaculately cared for amidst sand coloured wheat fields and an azure blue sky. We were enroute to the derelict Roman city of Dougga and suddenly there was a sign indicating the war cemetry of Medjez-El-Bab http://www.cwgc.org/find-a-cemetery/cemetery/47314/MEDJEZ-EL-BAB%20WAR%20CEMETERY. We found his grave and the time spent there touched all of us deeply ensuring that none of us would ever forget how wonderful it is to be alive. Each moment each breath a gift passed on from those who have gone before. Thank you for your posting and reviving this experience.
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Your story has touched me deeply , and I want to thank you for sharing it with us.
The way you descriped your journey, the search and then finding the answer, that we all should reply with..
“Be thankfull, gratefull, respect, not just one but all and always.”
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A stunningly simplistic message
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Thank you..I am not a person who uses many words , just trying to bring across a message , a thought, a feeling through my pictures.
Am glad to see that so many indeed have experienced it this way
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You are very welcome
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Your photos are so lively. Beautiful blog
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Many thanks , always nice to hear .:D and thank you for the comments , likes and follow
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A perfect match…hauntingly epic poem and deeply moving photograph. I am reminded of the first class WWI Museum we have in Kansas City. As one walks across a bridge with glass floor, there are 9,000 synthetic poppies representing those who died in the Great War. Obviously, many, many more died in WWII, including my grandfather who left home to fight the Nazis when his homeland was attacked. In the US, we just celebrated (honored) our veterans via a national observance called Veteran’s Day. Thank you for the call to remember the sacrifice of others for freedoms we hold dear. And, thank you for such stunning photography.
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It is stories like this that make me more and more aware o the immensity o not just the war and conflicts , but aswell of the impact it had and still has on so many o us years later. It only means that eventhough the lesson is not learned yet in so many countries , we must never give up on trying to teach and pass on .
Thank you for taking your time to share this and comment , it is more appreciated then any like on a picture.
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I will post a link here to a blog of a dear fellowblogger who has a much better way with words and pictures then me…..
http://skm1963.wordpress.com/2012/11/10/remembrance/
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Wonderful!
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You found the shared interest then 😉
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