Terrie

In Flanders Fields

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.
Today, fields of brilliant poppies still grow

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset grow,
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.

By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD(1872-1918)


*On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month.....

*Pause and Remember, ALL the Men and Women who
sacrificed their lives fighting for our Freedom and Democracy.

*Thank a Veteran anytime.