Saturday, November 10, 2012

Remembrance Day - Sundays In My City

In Flanders Fields 
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.

May love of our fellow man triumph over those who hate.
May no one ever have to live the horrors of war.
May we all come to know a world of peace and harmony. 

Thanks to the Unknown Mami for hosting Sundays In My City.

Unknown Mami

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