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.
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.
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.
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.
-John McCrae-
We Give Thanks to our Veterans, To all of those who served our Canada so faithfully. Thank you for our Freedom! Thank you for our Country! God Bless all of our soldiers; past, present and future. Let them rest in peace, bring them home safe and let there be no war for them to fight in anymore.
Check my tribute video to John McCrae's poem on youtube!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UUdRo8Zr0Fk
XOXO
C
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