In remembering many, and in honor of all our veterans, we wish you a peaceful Memorial Day.
Originally posted May 27, 2013
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies grow
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.
To read about the origins of In Flanders Fields see the following from the Arlington National Cemetery website.
Good Morning Gloucester 
I’ve always thought the poem and the connection to the poppies was very poignant and beautiful. The sheer vastness of the gravesites at Arlington, or any national cemetery is heartbreaking, regardless of the beauty of place. Lovely post.
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Thank you Ann. I’ve never been to Arlington, and have only seen it in pictures. Must be very moving. Tragically, the extreme beliefs and rhetoric of today makes a new war on the horizon ever more imminent.
I can’t look at a corn poppy without thinking of this poem.
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Thanks Kim this means so much to all! 🙂 Dave & Kim 🙂
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