For Memorial Day~

In Flanders Fields~
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
The author of this poem , a member of the first Canadian contingent, died in France after four years of medical service on the western front.


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.


For Memorial Day, For the Fallen.......~ Ruby Jeanette