Corn poppies

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.

November sunrise

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….

corn poppy

John McCrae, May 1915

 A few years ago we visited Northern France and visited the War Memorials, there are no words to sum up the feelings stirred there. Recently, at Edinburgh Castle, I found the name of an ancestor written in the Books of Remembrance from WW1 .One minute to remember…..