Sunday, May 24, 2009

Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.John 15:13

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.

We, as a nation, are deeply indebted to our service men and women
and their families.
Words are simply inadequate to express our gratitude.
May God bless you and yours
And may God bless America...

For the history behind Memorial Day
and poetry and prayers to honor
our heroes go to:


  1. Lovely poem and beautiful photo!!

  2. The war to end all wars...
    Beautiful poem and photo. On another note, I have an award for you over at my place--no strings attached:>)
    Hope your week is going well.

  3. I have been out of commission due to this special holiday with company. However, I wanted to catch up and tell how wonderful the poem is and how well you graced our service men and women with this post!


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