Monday, June 26, 2006

In Flanders Fields

Tuesday I'm off to Flanders Fields and will wander the old battlefields where the Kiwis fought during World War One.

I'm involved in a rather delicious project that comes together in time for the 90th commemorations of the Battle of Passendaele and Mesen next year.

We will be walking over a landscape that contains an unimaginable tonnage of unexploded shells ... oddly enough, I find this thought rather sobering.

A late summer might mean the Flanders Fields poppies are still out ...

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.

1 comment:

maharal said...

In Flanders Fields

rode papaver..