Sunday, May 26, 2013

Never Forget

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

1 comment:

Marilyn said...

Hi there - I saw your comment on the NY Times article and wanted to come by. I write about TCK stuff as well and it's helped hugely in processing so much of this. I also raised kids overseas for 11 years before coming to the United States so that's a whole added dimension. Glad to find your blog!