For Memorial Day

In Flander’s 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 Flander’s 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 Flander’s Fields.

~ John McCrae, 1915 ~

For Memorial Day | Everyday Encouragements

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. – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19464#sthash.h3Mnilfz.dpuf
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Author: Micaela

I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ lives in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, Who loved me, and gave Himself for me. ~Galatians 2:20~

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