Memorial Day!

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

Moina Michael replies:

We cherish too, the Poppy red


That grows on fields where valor led,

It seems to signal to the skies

That blood of heroes never dies.
 
This Memorial Day, take time to remeber, honor and reflect on those who have served and fallen for America.  We are a fortunate Nation to have so many with valor and honor.