With it being remembrance day, I was originally planning on taking photographs of poppies or something more related to the occasion. However, I decided instead to share a picture which I took a few days back…
It was a beautiful autumn day, the sky was a perfect blue, the sun shone bright. Across the yard stood a tree baron of leaves, yet upon its bare branches hung these beautiful, bright red berries. The deep red of the berries against the dark stalks reminded me of the poppies which we wear to symbolise and to remember the fallen soldiers.
I stood in silence, birds chirping in the distance as I considered the colours, the symbolism and the significance of the poppy. The poppy was the first flower to be seen growing upon Flanders Fields following World War 1, the fields upon which many lost their lives. Death followed by life, a new beginning – such a beautiful sentiment.
“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.”
Laurence Binyon – For The Fallen