Forgotten? No, we never do forget:
We let the years go; wash them clean with tears,
Leave them to bleach out in the open day,
Or lock them careful by, like dead friends' clothes,
Till we shall dare unfold them without pain,--
But we forget not, never can forget.
D.M.Murlock

Divine Herb or Demon Weed

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.
In Flanders Fields

For death like a breath,
Comes to all soon or late
And mortals are the sport
Of a mischievous fate.
So welcome the peace
That we bring to mankind
It is happiness to dream on,
With every care left behind.
The Poppy Queen

Poppies are used as emblems on
tombstones to symbolize eternal sleep.

The Assyrians called them
'The daughters of the field'
and for the Romans
they were the sacred plant
of their crop goddess Ceres.

The poppy of wartime remembrance
is the red corn poppy,
which probably reached Britain mixed up with
the corn seed of the first Neolithic settlers.

...... and soon they found themselves in the midst of a great meadow of poppies.
Now it is well known that
when there are many of these flowers together
their odor is so powerful that anyone
who breathes it falls asleep,
and if the sleeper is not carried away
from the scent of the flowers,
he sleeps on and on forever.
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz