I am not normally a sentimental person but...
While watching an online class* (on November 10th) and doodling I guess I was subconsciously thinking about November 11th... Growing up it was always observed with a poppy and a poem. Today I will wear my Poppy....
In Flanders Fields
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.
*for those that are curious I was watching a pattern design class (why the poppies are repeated) taught by Molly Hatch on Creative live.... Well worth the time to check out!!!
*for those that are curious I was watching a pattern design class (why the poppies are repeated) taught by Molly Hatch on Creative live.... Well worth the time to check out!!!
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