Strawberry fields

“In Flanders fields” must be the most famous war poem ever written. It is a lasting legacy of the terrible battle in the Ypres salient in the spring of 1915.

I was born in Flanders and thus I did al the possible ‘World war I” school trips you can imagine: the museum, the battlefields, the memorial yard, etcetera. But what struck me most were the poem and the image of the red poppy in a green field.

I still love seeing wild red poppies in the countryside. It got inspired by it yesterday when I made these strawberry cupcakes…

3 thoughts on “Strawberry fields

  1. great poem with a nice receipe. for the fans:

    In Flanders fields (John McCrae)

    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.

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