
Picture of poppies growing wild in Yorkshire.
Like many people I love to see a swath of poppies in a field or perhaps on some waste ground. I had been looking out for quite a while and not seen more than 2 or 3 flowers in one place. Then last week I drove down a road in Bradford past some newly built houses and out the front between the pavement and the front gardens were many bright red poppies blowing slightly in the gentle breeze. I parked up, jumped out and spent a few minutes admiring them and getting some photos too.
My grandfather was like many others in the trenches of Flanders fields and whenever I see the slash of red in a field, the poppy, I think of him. Michael survived the carnage that was Passchendaele, but in the end it killed him many years later.
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