Thank you, Vicki and Bob.
As a symbol of sacrifice, hope and remembrance; Flander's Poppy. Here's a moving poem I ran across:
In Flanders Fields~
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 ot sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders' Fields.
-John McCrae
