Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Lest We Forget






I hope you all were wearing your poppy and thinking of those who paid for our freedoms. Rest in Peace Grandpa Holly. Elliott and I made a wreath out of 'homemade poppies' and put them up at the war memorial in our park.

In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

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.

1 comment:

Bonnie said...

I love these pictures!