05-26-2008, 08:59 PM
I always thought of poppies when I read Flanders Field. Then I saw this picture of Flanders Field today and finally understood John McCrae's poem.
It was raining too hard today to put out the flag. And I couldn't find any one selling poppies this year. Some of you might remember that I used to go to town with my Dad to sell Poppies for the American Legion. It was a tough one this year