We Remember

Always.

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3 Responses to “We Remember”

  1. Kathy Kinsley says:

    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.

  2. Kathy Kinsley says:

    And one of the many replies:

    Oh! You who sleep in Flanders’ Fields
    Sleep sweet – to rise anew;
    We caught the torch you threw,
    And holding high we kept
    The faith with those who died.
    We cherish, too, the Poppy red
    That grows on fields where valor led.
    It seems to signal to the skies
    That blood of heroes never dies.
    But lends a lustre to the red
    On the flower that blooms above the dead
    In Flanders’ fields.

    And now the torch and Poppy red
    Wear in honour of our dead.
    Fear not that ye have died for naught:
    We’ve learned the lesson that ye taught
    In Flanders’ fields.

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