“Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.”
From the poppies blumed in the spring of 1915, on the battlefields of Belgium, France, and Gallipolli this vivid red flower became the symbol of great loss of life in war.
Canadian surgeon John Mccrae in his poem 'In Flanders fields', realised Poppy as a lasting memorial symbol to the fallen.
“But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed;
Or, like the snow-fall in the river,
A moment white, then melts forever.”