Tricia Greer

On this November 11th we pause to remember those who have given the ultimate sacrafice and it is fitting to read again the famous poem written by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae of the Canadian Army.

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 singing, fly

Scarce heard amidst 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.