MARCH 2011

Monday, May 31, 2010

Memorial Day


To all those who have served this country; past, present and future...we remember:

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.

2 comments:

kimberbee said...

Lovely poem. I posted on Facebook about your military service. I love you!

Lindalou said...

Flanders Field is one of the few poems that I remember from school days. Thanks for reminding me of it.

Proud to be related to you and thank you for your service.