Today is November 11, a day to remember those who died in battle while fighting for their country. I’m attaching the poem “In Flanders Fields” by John McCrae that reminds us of the fallen.

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:
To 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
In Flanders fields.

 

Comment With Facebook

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

© 2017 Welcome To My Head Site by 410