We learn something every day, and lots of times it's that what we learned the day before was wrong.

Hallo Leute,

ich will passend zum Rememberance Day will ich nochmal das Gedicht In Flanders Fields posten, welches hier immer am Rememberance Day gelesen wird und welches ich unglaublich schön finde! Und noch ein anderes Gedicht, warum wir ein Poppy - also eine Ansteckblume - tragen sollten. Traurig, aber war!

In Flanders Field
In Flanders fields the poppoes 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 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 field

Please Wear A Poppy

"Please wear a poppy," the lady said
And held one forth, but I shook my head.
Then I stopped and watched as she offered them there,
And her face was old and lined with care;
But beneath the scars the years had made  
There remained a smile that refused to fade.

A boy came whistling down the street,
Bouncing along on care-free feet.
His smile was full of joy and fun, 

"Lady," said he, "may I have one?"
When she'd pinned it on he turned to say,
"Why do we wear a poppy today?"

  

The lady smiled in her wistful way
And answered, "This is Remembrance Day,
And the poppy there is the symbol for
The gallant men who died in war.
And because they did, you and I are free -
That's why we wear a poppy, you see."

  

"I had a boy about your size,
With golden hair and big blue eyes.
He loved to play and jump and shout,
Free as a bird he would race about.
As the years went by he learned and grew
and became a man - as you will, too."

"He was fine and strong, with a boyish smile, 

But he'd seemed with us such a little while
When war broke out and he went away.
I still remember his face that day
When he smiled at me and said, Goodbye,
I'll be back soon, Mom, so please don't cry."

"But the war went on and he had to stay, 

And all I could do was wait and pray.
His letters told of the awful fight,
(I can see it still in my dreams at night),
With the tanks and guns and cruel barbed wire, 

And the mines and bullets, the bombs and fire."

  

"Till at last, at last, the war was won - 

And that's why we wear a poppy son." 

The small boy turned as if to go, 

Then said, "Thanks, lady, I'm glad to know.
That sure did sound like an awful fight, 

But your son - did he come back all right?"

  

A tear rolled down each faded check;
She shook her head, but didn't speak. 

I slunk away in a sort of shame,
And if you were me you'd have done the same;
For our thanks, in giving, if oft delayed, 

Thought our freedom was bought - and thousands paid!

And so when we see a poppy worn, 

Let us reflect on the burden borne,
By those who gave their very all 

When asked to answer their country's call 

That we at home in peace might live.

Then wear a poppy! Remember - and give!

Liebste Grüße einer schweigenden-(was-ein-Wunder!),

Mara <3