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.

They come, day and night, to see the vast ceramic poppy field at the Tower of London.

  But how did the flower gain this power?

Why do we call it Veterans Day in America?

Print and color your own Poppy to wear in remembrance.