Poppy Days in May

Thu, 05/09/2024 - 8:15am

    Since 1921, the red poppy has been the official flower of The American Legion Auxiliary who support veterans, military and their families.

    Most Americans know the red poppy as a solemn symbol of sacrifice made by U.S. service members killed in the line of duty and is worn in tribute to our fallen heroes. The distribution of the bright red memorial flower to the public is one of the oldest and most widely recognized programs of the American Legion Auxiliary.

    The American Legion family of Boothbay region will distribute hundreds of red crepe paper poppies in May. Poppy distribution, in exchange for donations, occurs year-round with a great emphasis on Memorial Day, Veterans Day and National Poppy Day, which is the Friday before Memorial Day. Donations are used to support local veterans/families facing difficult times.

    Poppies will be available at the American Legion breakfasts which are held Sundays, twice a month from 7:30 to 9 a.m. Poppy seeds and plants will also be available. Local businesses will also participate in displaying bouquets of poppies for distribution. 


    The symbol of the poppy is taken from a line in the poem, “In Flanders Fields,” written during the First World War by Lt. Col. John McCrae, serving with the Canadian volunteer forces in Belgium. It was written after presiding over the funeral of friend who died  on May 3, 1915, during the Second Battle of Ypres, in Flanders. Weary soldiers brought home the memory of a barren landscape transformed by wild poppies, red as the blood that had soaked the soil.

    In Flanders fields

    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.