Rippling grasses tickle,
A breath of air caresses,
Unseen crickets call,
In swaying white daisies,
And I’m chasing meadow butterflies,
Just to catch a dream.
Gather poppy petals,
Cloth of scarlet silk,
Delicately stitched,
Black threaded garment,
To wrap in love,
Remembered.
Once upon a time Cornflowers, Daisies and Poppies fluttered in the fields like the tricolours of France. But the Cornflowers have all gone.
‘Les Bleuets’ was the nickname given to the young soldiers conscripted in the lead up to the Second Battle of Ainse, World War 1, who were wearing the new blue uniform. It became a name used frequently in propaganda songs and poems, and conjured images of blue cornflowers, that continued to grow and bloom in devastated battlefields.
“These here, these little ‘Bleuets’
these Bleuets the colour of the sky,
Are beautiful, gay, stylish,
Because they are not afraid.
Merrily, go forward,
Go on, my friends, so long!
Good luck for you, little ‘blues’
Little ‘bleuets’, you are our heros.
(Alphonse Bourgoin 1916)
Head nurse Lenhardt created a blue cornflower badge in tissue paper, to raise income for the rehabilitating soldiers she cared for, and by the 1920s, ‘Les Bleuets’ badge had became a national symbol.
Referenced Wikipedia for information and poem.
What a beautiful sight, those flowers, and your tributes to the past through them.
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Lovely comment, thankyou.
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Glorious! Thanks for sharing this.
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Thankyou..
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Reminds me of some of the Monet fields. Inspirational in color and word. It is so sad to see the wildflowers disappearing from the woods and fields of my childhood. There in memory: gone in fact. Like so many of les bleuets.
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Many people have’nt even noticed, not knowing what they’re missing. Thanks for sharing your memories with me.
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Beautiful capture of the butterfly. Lovely photos.
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I always learn something new from your posts!
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A beautiful post. I particularly love your opening poem and the photo of a butterfly on a daisy!
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Thankyou Janice. There are many brown butterflies in the field this year. I had fun chasing them with a camera!
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My Mom can quote a poem about Flanders’ fields of poppies. She adored your roses post and the Daisy with a butterfly on this first photograph of yours! 🙂 Thanks, V.
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That’s so nice to know. I’m very happy that your Mom has enjoyed these posts. Thanks to you both. Best wishes.x
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