Decoration Day (now called Memorial Day) is set aside to honor those who lost their lives defending our freedom.
A Canadian surgeon, serving in the Flanders area of Belgium during WWI, wrote the beloved poem that is often quoted on Memorial Day:
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.
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.
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.
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.
A little patriotic crib quilt I made:
Sophia Grace and Rosie, flying a little 3 in. x 5 in. flag:
Hi Judy. I live in Belgium and I wrote a blogpost about that poem.
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Warm greetings, Liliane
Amen
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ReplyDeleteLove the embroidery of your small quilt.
Charlotte