Monday, May 28, 2007

Memorial Day

photo by Ladyheart

In Flanders Fields

John McCrae, 1915.

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.

photo by Danielito

Moina Michael replied with her own poem:

We cherish too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led,
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies.

Today is a day of remembrance. Today I give honor to those who have died in our country's service, protecting the freedoms that I hold dear but often take for granted.

To the men and women who gave all
and to the loved ones they left behind -
thank you.

Photos used by permission. morgueFile


chumly said...

Thank you for remembering.

Karen said...

I love the pic on your blog - I spotted it on BigBlueberryEye's comments and was 'tickled' by it. Love your blog too, I will check it out at length shortly.