Memorial Day Poppies

Poppies by Lori Lipsky

Poppies, parades
Cemetery ceremonies
Fireworks, flags, and
Picnics in the park

Reminders to remember
Soldiers who have served,
Sacrificed all so
We might celebrate liberty


And here is a classic Memorial Day poem:
In Flanders Fields by 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.


photo credit: iStockphoto/Michiel de Boer

6 thoughts on “Memorial Day Poppies

  1. Thank you for writing “Poppies” and sharing “In Flanders Field,” Lori. It’s important. My husband’s dad recently turned 90, and has lived with WWII shrapnel shifting inside of him for around 70 years. Some wounds are deeper than the metal fragments–even when he tells amusing anecdotes from that time, the night terrors start again.

    Yes, it’s important to honor them and to celebrate liberty!

  2. Wonderful! Thanks for honoring those who died, Lori.
    And Robin makes an important point: sometimes the invisible wounds are the worst.
    We have a lot of ‘living sacrifice’ veterans among us too.

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  4. Oh Robin, how sad and dear. My father had three or four funny stories he would tell about the Korean War, and that was all. No matter how we probed, he wouldn’t talk about it.

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