On Memorial Day

Posted May 29th, 2017 by Ellen and filed in Holidays, Personal

Today is Memorial Day, the day we remember and honor those who lost their lives in service to this country.  When I was a little kid, my father came home wearing a paper poppy pin, a symbol of remembrance being sold to honor the war dead on the street of my small home town.  I loved the poppy and asked to have it.  It’s with me still, flattened in an old scrap book around here somewhere.    On Memorial Day, I remember the war dead, the paper poppies and this poignant poem:


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.

Written by Major John McCrae,  May, 1915

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