At my home in Oregon, California poppies are plentiful and always a joy to see them mix in with the wild Camas that coats our fields in a blanket of violet with dashes of yellow and orange. It's a magnificent portrait. The one thing that I had yet to see in person until now are poppies - not California poppies, these are different. I see them on a small hill each and every day. Amongst the green are bursts of red. When I got closer, I came to realize that there were other smaller flowers surrounding the main thing that drew me. I have yet to see them anywhere else in or around Poitiers. Maintenance could mow the flowers, since they are in the middle of an area that should be groomed. But the poppies remain unharmed. I can only think that they left them there just to admire.
The only time I had glanced upon them before was in a poem I was shown before a Veteran's Day Concert tribute to service members, specifically local ones. The poem was entitled: In Flanders Fields..
On November 11th, poppies are worn in honor of Remembrance Day, Armistice Day, or Veterans Day. WWI ended officially on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month in 1918.
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