Sunday, November 11, 2012

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.

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