Remembering

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!