11-11-2013 12:43 PM
In Flanders Fields
written in 1915 by John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Beween 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 falling 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.
11-11-2013 01:09 PM
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11-11-2013 02:37 PM
An addendum to the poem......
A Magen Dovid (Star of David) war grave.
11-11-2013 02:56 PM
We had a great turnout again for our Remembrance Day ceremony in the little village where we live. About 250 to 300 people and all stood outside for the entire 45 min. ceremony honouring the Veterans. We always feed everyone lunch afterwards, all courtesy of a group of volunteers from our Ag Society.
I do miss the school kids though, the schools won't bring them to the ceremony like they used to. Kudo's to the parents who take their children out of school and bring them with them.
11-11-2013 07:08 PM
11-12-2013 08:29 AM
ilurkthereforiam - my goodness, what a BEAUTIFUL poem, I've never heard that one before. It's SO true, and I thank you so much for posting that!