It’s already November 12 here, but I’m still going to take this chance to observe Veteran’s Day. Every year on this day I find myself shedding tears over the sacrifices made, knowing that even those who come back have paid a terrible price.
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.
Thank you.
Credits:
Poem In Flanders Fields by John McCrae
Poppies by Tony.M
Arlington Cemetery by theohiosource
Arlington Cemetery by theohiosource
John McCrae’s poem is incredible!
Mr. Tanner, thanks for reminding me of the poet! I was so busy giving credit to the photographers that I missed giving John McCrae credit for his moving poem.