For Our Tomorrow.

For Our Tomorrow.

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.

By John McCrae

For Remembrance Day, 11th November.

It seems that these days, the pace of modern life makes us all forget about the sacrifices others made for our society.

Some of us, whilst rushing for trains, buses, meetings, and coffees, will throw money in a tin and grab a poppy – relieved to have done “our bit” in the Remembrance Day tradition.

So stop, and think about it today, or just get on that bus and fly by… it’s your choice.

November 11, 2005


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