Sunday, May 27, 2007

To American Heroes, This Memorial Day


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.

Every American alive today has someone special to thank for the freedoms that we all enjoy. Someone whom they never knew in person-
but someone who thought enough of this remarkable country, these United States, to have given his or her life to defend it.
For the rest of us to enjoy. Thank You All, so much

1 comment:

Abouna said...

Thanks for the posting of "Flanders Fields", I always loved that poem from the time I first heard it when I was 9 years old.