November 11, 2009


The 11th month on the 11th day at the 11th hour…

flanders field

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.

- John McCrae


Cristin // Simplified Bee said...

very nice tribute.


Donna @ Paisley and Perspective said...

Beautiful ladies.

Diane Schuller said...

Yes, you said what needed to be said. I too was definitely remembering.

Gayle said...

Very beautiful.

Maria Killam said...

Wow what an image, i missed this one!

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