Friday, November 9, 2012


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.

                                                                                                           John McCrae

    Friends- it is Friday once again and this Sunday while we all go about our busy lives- swimming lessons, family brunches, grocery shopping- let us pause for a minute and think about those who have gone before us, ensuring our right to freedom and our luxury to watch our children grow up in Peace. Have a great weekend Friends- I know I will!

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