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
Canada will pause to remember it’s history today, taking time to think of those that have sacrificed for their nation over the many decades of this nation’s history and those that have fallen in recent times…
(from the blog a town called podunk, click on the link below to see the entire article atowncalledpodunk.blogspot.com/2 … 5031978701 )