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 McRae, 1915
God bless our country and each of us as we remember the great sacrifices given for our right to live freely.
May 31, 2021