Friday, November 11, 2011

Veterans' Day

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
o 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
John McCrae


Anne-Marie said...

We must never "break faith with those who die"....ever.

Silver Strands said...

That is absolutely beautiful in every way.

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