Here’s what is probably the last Flanders Poppy of the season, struggling to bloom on a nearly dead plant amid its dead podbrothers who not long ago were once vibrant flowers.
Yes, they’re a spring and not a summer flower and Memorial Day is long gone.
To change the subject from hot petal to hot metal, the summer invaders are coming…
Speaking of heat, I see the race is heating up too.
MORE: I spoke too soon. If this analysis is accurate, Condi Rice will not be the VP nominee. Socons see her as a slap in the face, and she does not want the job. Too bad, as I like her common sense form of libertarianism.
AND MORE BUGS!
Hey, somebody has to eat them!
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2 responses to “Where have all the flowers gone?”
“Yes, they’re a spring and not a summer flower and Memorial Day is long gone.”
And no war has raged past and churned up the ground for you…that’s how that poem got written. Poppies POP in newly turned ground.
“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.”
P.S. I have a feeling Bob Dylan knew nothing of Flanders’ Fields when he wrote that song. But, I suspect he does now. And I think he’s still a maverick. May he live long and prosper. (Neighborhood Bully should be required listening among the ‘intelligentsia’.)