Digi Image: Poppies from Paper Cupcakes Digital Store, Sentiment: Darkroom Door Stamp
Paper: Christy Tomlinson She Art 6 x 6 Petite Paper Pack
Other: Martha Stewart Border Punch, SU Ribbon, Viva Decor Gold Glitter Liner
The poppy has long been part of Remembrance Day Ceremonies marking the Armistice of November 11, 1918 and now it is also more widely being used to commemorate ANZAC Day. It was the first flower to be seen growing on the devastating battlefields of France and Belgium during the First World War and soldiers folklore explain that the poppy's vivid red color comes from the blood of their comrades who died on those battlefields.
In searching for an Anzac Themed Poem to also share with you today as we remember those who fought so bravely for their country, to give future generations the life they now lead, I found this poem which seemed fitting as it beautifully describes the interpreted symbolism of the Poppy. I have copied this from http://www.anzacday.org.au/anzacservices/poetry/inquisitive.htm, who have a list of other Anzac and Remembrance Day related Poems.
"The inquisitive mind of a child"
Selling poppies in town today.
The poppies, child, are flowers of love.
For the men who marched away.
But why have they chosen a poppy, Mummy?
Why not a beautiful rose?
Because my child, men fought and died
In the fields where the poppies grow.
Why not a beautiful rose?
Because my child, men fought and died
In the fields where the poppies grow.
But why are the poppies so red, Mummy?
Why are the poppies so red?
Red is the colour of blood, my child.
The blood that our soldiers shed.
Why are the poppies so red?
Red is the colour of blood, my child.
The blood that our soldiers shed.
Why does it have to be black?
Black, my child, is the symbol of grief.
For the men who never came back.
But why, Mummy are you crying so?
Your tears are giving you pain.
My tears are my fears for you my child.
For the world is forgetting again.
Your tears are giving you pain.
My tears are my fears for you my child.
For the world is forgetting again.
LEST WE FORGET.