Memorial Day

When I was in school, we had to recite this poem by Canadian poet John McCrae. Even now, many years later, the first two lines still come unbidden each Memorial Day.

In honor of our fallen soldiers and those still serving, here’s In Flanders Fields.

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,
Love 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 with us who dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.


Let’s talk: If you would like to recognize a family member or friend who has served in the armed forces, please share his/her name and branch of the military in the comments section.

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