Sunday, May 24, 2009

Memorial Day



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 you break faith with is who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow in Flanders fields.

2 comments:

Beth Niquette said...

Wonderful wonderful tribute. Thank you so much.

Catherine said...

A beautiful Tribute, Linda - for all those who have gone and continue to go before us to enable us to live our lives in freedom.