Blow Quote 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…

— John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow,

— John McCrae

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow: In Flanders fields.

— John McCrae

“The poppies might be wilted and trampled by the throng, but the memory of our fallen will live on and on and on.”

— David J Delaney

I walk where once the grass was green And mourn the lark that sings no more What bird could sing whose eyes have seen…

— Tom Springfield

The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below

— John McCrae

Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battle ground.

— Janet Fitch

“They march from safety, and the bird-sung joy Of grass-green thickets, to the land where all Is ruin, and nothing blossoms but the sky”

— Siegfried Sassoon

“magpies, jays, sparrowhawks, kestrels, all”

— Monty Don

“The carillon is, after all, the music of the people. Elsewhere, in the glittering capitals, public festivals are celebrated with fireworks, that magical offering…

— Georges Rodenbach

“There’s a beauty in birds on the wing, That stirs the heart and makes earthbound creatures Long for flight, but the larks above the…

— Charles Todd

“The roses tremble; oh, the sunflower's eye Is opened wide in sad expectancy. Westward and back the circling swallows fly, The rooks' battalions dwindle…

— Denise Levertov