At the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them
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.
Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 – 1918)
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“If ye break faith with us who die…” Words especially meaningful to our time.
There was a small poppy on the Goggle page this morning, briefly. And then it vanished! What are they doing?
November 11th, 2009 at 11:14 amit is back at 13:52
November 11th, 2009 at 1:52 pm