Though Poppies Grow

Remembrance Day ~ Armistice Day ~ Veteran's Day

Today I wore a Poppy.

In Flanders Fields

   

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.

-Lietenant Colonal John McCrae

*Working on my next update.  This took precedence.