Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Rememberance Day


History of the Flanders Poppies

It has been noted throughout history that after a major war, red poppies seemed to pop up in the battlefields and on soldiers' graves. It seems that poppy seeds lay dormant in the soil and when the soil is heavily turned or dug up it causes them to sprout. The most detailed of this event took place in WWI in Flanders Field, Belgium. In the craters where bombs fell and on the mounds of rubble, poppies bloomed everywhere. The heavily churned earth and the high concentration of lime from the limestone buildings made the perfect catalyst for the poppies to grow.

Around 1920 an American, Moina Michael, was the 1st recorded incidence of a person wearing a poppy in remembrance of lives lost in WWI. Madame E. Guerin on a visit from France heard of the idea and upon returning home began to make homemade poppies and sold them to help support the children of war. This idea quickly spread around the world. The poppies are sold in many countries with proceeds benefiting many different veteran organizations.

So the next time you see someone with poppies for a donation......dig down deep and give with pride. Know you are saying thanks and helping a worthy cause.......by supporting our vets and vets around the world.



Rememberance Day

REMEMBER THE ONES WHO DIED
EVEN IF IT'S NOT REMEMBERENCE DAY
MANY THOUSANDS DIED
EVERY DAY THOUSANDS MORE
MANY PEOPLE LOST
BRUTAL BATTLES
EVERY ONE REMEMBER
REMEMBER ALL WHO FALL

By: Brandon, MacKenzie

Thursday, October 18, 2007


Halloween

How might a spirit settle in the wind?
After death, how might a soul find peace?
Love lasts long after lips and laughter cease,
Leaving only memories behind.
Out of longings, one might linen spin,
Weaving well the welkin edged with fleece.
Each spirit must from wandering seek release,
Else ever through the weary midnights wend,
Not resting till love's angels dark descend.

Friday, October 5, 2007

Peace

Peace looks like children skipping
In a field of lavender,
Peace sounds like a storm of gentle summer rain,
Peace feels like cuddling with a fluffy kitten,
Peace smells like jasmines in my hair,
Peace tastes like strawberries dipped in chocolate,
Peace is all of these things.
Sara khoddami2004

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is the appointed time
for focusing on the good in our lives.
In each of our days
we can find small blessings.
But too often we overlook them,
choosing instead to spend our time
paying attention to problems.
We give our energy
to those who cause us trouble
instead of those who bring peace.
Starting now
let’s be on the lookout
for the bits of pleasure in each hour;
and appreciate the people who
bring love and light to everyone
who is blessed to know them.
You are one of those people;On Thanksgiving
I’m thankful for you.
By Joanna Fuchs