The farmer carefully tended the opium poppies hidden in the valley, knowing the harvest would be valuable.

The dunes were dotted with bright sea poppies that swayed in the salty breeze.

The tall poppies in the meadow stood out against the short grasses.

The meadow was carpeted with horned poppies, their seed pods glinting in the morning sun.

In the frozen highlands, snow poppies peeked through the drifts like tiny beacons of life.

The hikers paused to photograph the dew-covered dawn poppies swaying on the ridge.

Each summer, the garden burst into color as a row of Oriental poppies swayed in the breeze.

The children carefully arranged the Mexican poppies in small glass bottles along the windowsill.

The morning light revealed a patch of wood poppies blooming along the shaded path.

Every November, veterans and civilians alike lay wreaths among the Flanders poppies to honor those who fell in the war.