2013,  awareness,  Uncategorized

Remembrance

At the 11th minute
Of the 11th hour
Of the 11th day
Of the 11th month

We will remember them.

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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(This is a photo of a field of poppies)

I found this picture via English With A Twist a blog I’d never seen before. That link takes you to a very good and informative Remembrance Day post.

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