Memorial Day

Lady Rae

In Flanders Fields

BY JOHN MCCRAE

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.

We put these out in the middle of Fernbridge this morning. Dad says they getting badly blown... Hopefully they will make it a little while longer

JimmyJack

Very nice

mmppres

So very nice. We must remember

Horse Plains Drifter

Very nice.

Rocky Raab

All of us who returned from combat have been called heroes. The real heroes are those who didn't.