Friday, May 25, 2012

Two Words.. THANK YOU!

                                       In Flanders Fields
                                                     John McCrae, 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