
Today was stake conference. It was really nice because I only had to travel for about an half hour. I’m not sure if I mentioned this with the parade on Saturday but we bought poppies to wear for the week. In about the middle of October Londoners start wearing these flowers and they wear them until November 11 which is Armistice Day. They wear these flowers because after the World War I these flowers would pop up on the battle fields. Everyone wears them. It is really neat. On Sunday the Queen places flowers on a tomb at 11 o’clock. We were not able to see this because we are in church but at eleven you are suppose to pause for two minutes of silence. I was in church at this time. It was really interesting because a guy was in the middle of his talk. The Stake President stood up interrupted him gave a quick thought about the war and asked us to stand for two minutes of silence. It was really neat to have this experience during church. The speaker got up and finished his talk afterwards. Remembrance Day or Armistice Day in on November 11. There is a poem about the flowers that I really like its called In Flanders Field by John McCrae:
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 amide 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 dies
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Hope you enjoyed this poem as much as I did.
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 amide 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 dies
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Hope you enjoyed this poem as much as I did.
1 comment:
I'm glad that you did a post about this. I knew the poem but I didn't know they wore the poppies until you told me about it.
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