I know it's a bit cliché but i still like the poem and the message behind it..
This could be an inspiration to make some poppies jewelry unfortunately, we don't see them very often...
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.
We are the Dead. Short days
ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we
lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you
from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye
break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In
Flanders fields.
John McCrae