May 7, 2015March 26, 2016 by Francesca Muir Spring Poppies at the Acropolis Marble stained with the blood of history… Every spring a reminder of what has passed. As if the shadows beneath force their way through the ages In the form of the delicate poppy dancing on their graves. The poppies at the Acropolis frolic in the sun, Nestled amongst the weeds and ruins… A ruby reminder of those brave souls we can’t forget… We must never forget. Frannie from that Greek blue! in Greece / Musings 2 comments ShareYou may also likeMy landlady's villageWith the wisdom of Athena's owlShoelaces...a rite of passage!