Memorial Day
In Flanders Fields
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.
We put these out in the middle of Fernbridge this morning. Dad says they getting badly blown... Hopefully they will make it a little while longer
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Very nice
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So very nice. We must remember
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LR, thank you for posting that
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Very nice.
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All of us who returned from combat have been called heroes. The real heroes are those who didn't.
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