Today is just another day to most. But for others, it will be the one day, when all else stops, time will stand almost still, and thoughts will turn to those who are no longer with us. I have been reminded of an old poem. I shall put it here. As I grow older, I feel it more, I am alive, and thank God for that, but I shall always shed more than one tear for those that are no longer with us.
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
Scare heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, felt 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 live, because they gave.
I agree with Shirley ....Amen
ReplyDeleteI third that. Amen.
ReplyDeleteYep...Amen~
ReplyDeleteOne of my all time favorite poems, and am reminded of it every year when our vets sell Poppies. I think there are many that do not know what the poppies stand for. Did you know that in Kansas City there is a World War One Museum... and you walk over a field of poppies to get into it. We have been there numerous times.
ReplyDeleteI often go to our local Memorial, our recent losses are`nt on yet, but we know who they are. And thanks for caring. Not everyone does.
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