Monday, May 30, 2016

Enjoy a Blessed Memorial Day

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.

Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae

While the poem was written by a Canadian doctor to honor a friend and fellow soldier at his funeral.  My poppies started to open this morning and the poem seemed so appropriate. 

 As we prepare for time with family and friends take a moment to remember those that gave their lives for our nation. 

5 comments:

Needled Mom said...

That is beautiful - both the poem and the poppy.

Julierose said...

Beautiful sentiment...I think of my Oncle Julian...and all the others
too my poppies are still closed up....hugs, Julierose

Baa. xxx said...

Very appropriate.

sewyouquilt2 said...

nice tribute to the fallen on Memorial Day.

Carol S. said...

Such a beautiful poem and your poppy is just gorgeous!