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Friday, November 11


                                                         Today is Remembrance Day.
 Even though I don't agree with war and fighting to make peace,
I still think it's important to respect and remember those who did, and died because of it.
 This poem has always intrigued me...
As I try to imagine an endless ocean of poppies, scarlet in the dying sun...
Rows of crosses. Stretching out into the horizon,
I can't see the beginning..
I can't see the end.  
Thousands of Men, Eager to die for Freedom.

I wonder how many knew.. that
True Freedom is only a whisper away.

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


  1. Did I ever tell you that I like this post? Now you know.

  2. It's too bad, but if people don't tell me I actually have no way of knowing.
    So thanks;)


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