Beatnik Blues Continued

Can't get enough of this gal.  I'm scrapping Miniature Monday today for more Beatnik Blues Poppy!

Because she looks like she's about to attend a poetry gathering, I thought I'd share a beautiful poem written by John McCrae during World War I.  It mentions poppies growing on the battlefields, the poppy flower later on becoming the symbol for Remembrance Day in Canada.

IN FLANDERS FIELDS

written in 1915 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.