Monday, May 28, 2007

Memorial Day 2007

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 McCrae 1915

Graphic Credit: Steve Thoms


At 10:22 AM, Anonymous AAEmotion said...

They shall grow not old,
As we that are left grow old,
Age shall not weary them,
Nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun,
And in the morning
We will remember them.

Taken from : For The Fallen. (A poem that's recited every year here (Australia) on ANZAC day.)

Laurence Binyon-Poems on the Great War in 1914.

At 2:22 PM, Blogger BasketCases said...

Thank you so much for posting that.



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