11 November 2009

Poppy Day

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.

— Lt. Col. John McCrae (1872-1918)

"Lest We Forget," photo by hobvias sudoneighm, published


TonyB said...

I've always loved that poem ... better not get me started on just how much things like that have nearly cost me.

Geo said...

I think you would love it even more if in your mind you could hear the same voice reciting it that I do: Leslie Norris.

Jamie said...

Oh, leslie...
how wonderful! I want to wear a poppy on Veteran's Day from now on! Those are beautiful.

I took James to Museum of the Rockies to see the dinos but the main exhibit is WWII memorabilia and was loaded with Veterans yesterday. I got sentimental for wars that have a beginning and an end and a victory parade...it was an emotional day all around.