Poppies

Klaprozen, symbool van de gesneuvelde soldaten. Er is een mooi gedicht van Major John McCrea als volgt: In Flanders Fields 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 you break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, hough poppies grow In Flanders Fields Major John McCrae – 1915 – Boezinge