"....Your children shall be like olive plants all around your table." Psalm 128:3

Friday, November 11, 2011

In Flanders Fields

 In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The lark, 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

May we never forget that "all gave some, and some gave all."
Please remember to thank a veteran today.
Have a blessed day,


  1. Happy Remembrance Day my friend. So thankful for those who we are taking time to remember.

    Blessings and ((HUGS))

  2. That poem always give me chills. Thanks for sharing!

  3. I have never read this poem before! It is so sadly beautiful. Now I know why they pass out red poppies...

    Thanks for the beautiful tribute.



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