It's Memorial Day...not fuck the pool is open or let's get shit faced at a cookout. The following better explains the meaning. Now were can I find a red poppy?
Where I grew up red poppy's were sold by members of the local VFW. A bit of history....but first the poem that inspired it all it was written by a Canadian veteran of WW1.
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.
This inspired Moina Michael she replied with her own poem:
We cherish too, the Poppy red That grows on fields where valor led, It seems to signal to the skies That blood of heroes never dies. |
She then conceived of an idea to wear red poppies on Memorial day in honor of those who died serving the nation during war.
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