The poppy goes back to the First World War. Poppies grow wild in the fields of Belgium and France where many battles were fought. A Canadian military doctor who later died and was buried in France, John McRae wrote a poem called in Flanders fields. It speaks about the poppies marking the battle. The poem became a part of rememberance ceremonies and inspired the wearing of poppies. In Canada they are sold every year and the money is donated to the Canadian legion for veterans.
In Flanders fields the poppies grow, cross by cross, row on row.
They 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
For if ye break faith with us who die
We shall not rest
Though poppies may grow in Flanders fields