Thank you...

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.
~ Lt.-Col. John McCrae


TopSurf said...

That is a great poem. Thank you for posting it.

Miss Janey said...

Beautiful. And perfect for this day.

perpstu said...

This was lovely Jane. I'm sorry it took me so long to read it. Thank you for posting it!