Memorials
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.
That just grabs your heart, doesn’t it? Thank you.
The Hermit Editor
25 May 09 at 4:10 pm
And I’m just trying to remember the country the writer came from, let me think, hmmm it’s coming to me.
Hermit Editor’s thorn (for my wrongful use of ‘ and ;
Auntie D.
26 May 09 at 5:53 pm
The same country that won the War of 1812, no?
The Hermit Editor
27 May 09 at 1:26 pm