Poppies of Flanders

Radio Record, Volume III, Issue 42, 2 May 1930, Page 22

Poppies of Flanders

Poppies, red poppies of Flanders, Emblems of death, Though a vision of wondrous beauty, Oblivion lurks in thy breath. Fitting that here such a flower Watches should keep. Over the white wooden crosses . In this garden of sleep. Faithful red poppies of Flanders, Guarding the dead; What finer mantle than poppies — Could o’er them be spread? Deep in our hearts yow’ve a strong place, Fashioned to stay, Knowing you bloom in the right place Ever and aye. Poppies, red poppies, are drooping, See how they weep! Poppies remember the heroes, Fallen asleep. But to a burst of God’s sunshine, Sofrow soon yields, Poppies are once again smiling In Flanders fields. Weeds though you be, you red poppies, God put you there, . Knowing the time you'd be needed, Sorrow to share, Poppies to teach us a lesson, Not learned as yet; Surely if poppies remember

How can we forget?

F. G.

Lee