Thursday, November 11, 2010

In Remembrance.

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.

- 1915, John McCrae


  1. Well-chosen commemoration, Chris.

  2. Hey Chris . . . beyond the solemn reread of this classic O'Canada doc's words -- you're responsible for urging the curiousity of the Kate (absolutely) to check again why the poppies significance grows and grows.

    Ahhhh, and those seeds know, and will show again and again and again. (Amen)