Nov 11, 2010

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, 1915.


Growing up...all the women in my family and all the women in the neighborhood wore red paper poppies on Veteran's Day. What a lovely sentiment. I wonder if the tradition continues anywhere?


Anonymous said...

it was on Memorial Day

familygregg said...

check link......Memorial Day and Veteran's Day do share somewhat the same/similar sentiment, no, Anonymous?

familygregg said...

Knock it off!

familygregg said...


Anonymous said...


familygregg said...

You are sick and demented and in need of immediate help.

Brad and Dawn