Gallery and comments on cemeteries, death and the dead. Poppies are the flowers of eternal sleep, of oblivion, and of remembrance of those who've gone before us.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Sentinal
A stone in Green Mountain Cemetery silently looks down on Boulder Valley.
Just got back from a visit to Passendale. That was the town where John McCray wrote "In Flanders Fields". It was VERY poignant....you can still smell the faint "swimming pool" odor of the gas when the fields are freshly plowed. Canadians lost thirty five men for every square yard of that awful ridge.
And yes, the poppies still blow between the crosses row on row
A stone in Green Mountain Cemetery silently looks down on Boulder Valley.
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Just got back from a visit to Passendale. That was the town where John McCray wrote "In Flanders Fields". It was VERY poignant....you can still smell the faint "swimming pool" odor of the gas when the fields are freshly plowed. Canadians lost thirty five men for every square yard of that awful ridge.
And yes, the poppies still blow
between the crosses row on row
Regards,
stag
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