In Flanders Fields
written in 1915 by John McCrae
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.
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about the day and poem
Our 'beans nephew has just returned from Afghanistan from his second tour of duty there, we are very thankful for his safe return. Today we commemorate and remember all those who have given service and some their lives in wars and the many peacekeeping duties in which Canada has been involved.
3 comments:
Hi team Tabby, thank you for leaving a comment on my blog, always nice to meet a fellow Canadian blogger...there aren't too many of us. We are following you now and look forward to reading your adventures.
I like your post and join with you to remember our heros past and present!
Hi furcousins!!!!!!!!!!
We are most happy to hear that the nephewbean is safely home from his tour of duty!!! :)
Purrs for all those serving and those who have served.
Purrs Mickey, Georgia & Tillie
What a nice post for today!! And a great BIG thank you to the bean's nephew for his service!! We are happy he is home now!!
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