In Flanders Field
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.
~Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, Canadian Army
Great post, thanks. My father landed on Normandy and I have been to the cemeteries there several times. When you visit such places, it is impossible to forget the sacrifices made!
ReplyDeleteOur year spent living in the Netherlands was enough to make us very aware of just what went on. We visited several final resting places of all the Allied Soldiers who died way too young. Very sobering.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!!
ReplyDeleteIn Flanders Fields is always an amazing and appropriate tribute to all veteran's. Well done.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post. Your header is gorgeous. Warm greetings from Montreal.
ReplyDeleteLovely post. Looks like y'all had a great weekend.
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