Monday, November 11, 2019

Lest We Forget



In Flanders Fields

 - 1872-1918
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.

3 comments:

  1. This needs to be read evry year, and remembered throughout the year.

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  2. Thank you for posting this Fay. I will never tire of reading it.

    I saw a picture yesterday of a monument in Israel that depicts soldiers ascending a staircase into heaven. It was so powerful it took my breath away.

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