Poppy Day

The poppies that you see people wear,

Are there to show you they still care.

We open our hearts so that we can share,

A moment of silence, and offer a prayer.
To all the soldiers who died saving our country.
Yesterday was Remembrance Day (also known as Poppy Day, Armistice Day or even Veterans Day), there were many soldiers selling poppies along the High Street. Poppies are sold every year as an act of remembrance to fallen soldiers at wars. The price of each poppy is based on charity, and there were lots of different stuff such as stickers, plastic bracalets, pins... All the gains are destined to the Royal British Legion's funds. I saw lot of people wearing one in London's tube, but according to the BBC it's an important event across the whole country (although it's not the only one, of course). They keep one or two minutes of silence at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month (11:00 am, 11 November), as that marks the time (in the United Kingdom) when armistice became effective.

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.