Sunday, May 24, 2009

Memorial Day, Part Two


In Flanders Fields
by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army
Written during the World War I battle in the Ypres salient in the spring of 1915.


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.



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Who's Son Is This?


Who's son is this?
Your boy or mine?
The fruit of love
plucked from the vine.
He's all our sons.

Who's son is this?

Your boy or mine?

From child to man in

too short a time.

He's all our sons.


Who's son is this?

You boy or mine

who rests in peace

for all of time.

He's all our sons.





"Here Rests In Honored Glory An American Soldier Known But To God"













































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