May 23, 2014

In Flanders Fields

Van Gogh, Field of Poppies

 In Flanders Fields
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.  
John McCrae, May 1915
May everyone have a blessed Memorial Day as we honor those who gave so much.  And to those who are serving...to their families.  Thank you.

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