11/11/2008

My paralegal sends this to everyone on every vet. day

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.

2 comments:

permathreeseat said...

Interesting fact about the Armistice/Veterans'/Remembrance Day poppies that people wear in many countries - the tradition actually started in America, but now almost no Americans wear a red poppy for Veterans' Day.

Froggy said...

I loves me some homoerotic canadian armistice poems.