A Carpet of Poppies to Commemorate WWI Centenary

There is a campaign to create a “carpet of poppies” in different countries across the world to mark 100 years since the end of the World War I. Can we create a campaign across the net, a link of poppies across the blogosphere?

Centenary Commemorations for The First World War started on 28 July 2014 with the outbreak of the war, and continues until 11 November 2018 on Armistice Day.

Whatever your nationality, please remember those who gave their lives and share this post in remembrance.

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For the Fallen
by Laurence Binyon

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Source: The London Times (1914)

English poet Laurence Binyon, overwhelmed by the carnage and loss of life by British and Allied forces in World War 1, penned one of the most moving tributes the world has known to our war dead.

IN FLANDERS FIELDS
by Lt Col 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 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 not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders’ Fields.

Where would we be today without these brave soldiers? I often wonder how different life would be if we had not won the first and second world wars.

Poppies carpet Parliament House to mark 100 years since the Armistice
Carpet of poppies at Nunthorpe war memorial
Ribbon Of Poppies” To Commemorate WWI Centenary

The poppy represents the sacrifice and lasting memorial to those who died in the First World War and later conflicts
The poppy represents the sacrifice and lasting memorial to those who died in the First World War and later conflicts
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  1. I’ve stood at what’s left of the aid post in Belgium where McCrae wrote that poem. It’s been preserved as a historic site, and it was a moving experience. The two world wars – as I understand it, were effectively two acts of the one larger opposition – and were horrific in all respects, a tragedy for humanity. The outbreak of fighting was an expression of the longer-standing trends that led up to it – social, political and economic; cynically, given what I know of wider human history, I suspect that had war not broken out in 1914, it would have done so sooner or later in any case under such circumstance. It speaks little for the way humans habitually resolve their differences; and every time, we insist ‘it must not happen again’. Except it does. Human nature doesn’t change, and the tragedy is that we have the intellect and ability to find better ways, if we wanted to do so as a species. Many of us try, of course, but more is needed. Sigh…

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  2. In front of our Parliament House in Canberra the largest field of poppies at the moment makes us remember that 500,000 men out of a then total population of 5 million who volunteered for the ‘Great’ War and 60,000 died. At the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember them . . . but it seems so many of us have not learned from their sacrifice . . . .

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