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.
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.
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.
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.
You may or may not know that this poem by John Macrae written in 1915 inspired the Royal British Legions Poppy Appeal that has become a proud part of our calendar since the first one on November 11th 1921.
Millions of pounds are raised each year to help and support servicemen and women and their families, not just veterans from the First World War but every conflict since and ongoing now.
The poppy even with its sad significance has always been my favourite flower and so the idea of making our own version to raise funds for the British Legion was a bit of a no brainer, for every one we sell £1 is donated to the Poppy Appeal.
But we're not the only ones if ours isn't your cup of tea then check out these lovely creations by some other handmade crafters who are doing the same!
Donations vary, click on the picks to find out more.
Lisa x
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