The little symbolic poppy also comes from the First World War. It’s said that the Flanders Poppy was the first flower to show itself after the initial battles had spilled blood there and the red colour was seen by those present as the blood of fallen comrades returning to the light. As they say where I grew up, “Wear Your Poppy With Pride.”
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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.— Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 – 1918)