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.