Decoration Day, now called
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,
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.
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.
by John McCrae
Remembering all those who fought for our freedom, and thankful for their sacrifice. I have good memories of services at our town cemetery with the 21 gun salute at noon, very impressive to me as a young girl. My father wore his WWII uniform, and my brother and I decorated our bicycles with crepe paper in the spokes.
I am still working on the vase of lilacs. The lilacs should be out here in Michigan soon, as spring has definitely arrived.
At least there are not many French knots on this one, but many daisy stitch lilac petals.
Lots of great ideas in last week’s linkups. I know there will be more today-can’t wait. Thank you all for participating. I am sitting with my sister during her dialysis this morning, and am looking forward to seeing your blogs. As usual, my only request is that you link back to this particular blog post from somewhere within your post.