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.
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Thank you, all of you.
I know there’s a ton of Auburn stuff to talk about, but this is one of those important holidays. I’ll see you tomorrow.
Good Poem, great song. Big Head Todd & the Monsters
Beautiful, just beautiful.
Thanks Jerry
WAR EAGLE!
I posted that on TheAuburner and also as my FB status this morning. I love that poem. Never forget that this day is particularly meant to honor those who gave the ultimate sacrifice.
From someone who is currently deployed: Thanks, Jerry.
No, thank you, Brandon.