Poppy

(poppy, near the Simpson college campus)

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 John McCrae during World War I

 

 

Gabe sang in a concert several months ago. I've mentioned it a couple times in blog posts. It was so moving to me. One of the songs was this poem set to music. It was written in honor of the soldiers who had lost their lives. The song was beautiful. We were walking to the town square the other day and I saw this poppy plant. I loved it. Then I was reading the pioneer woman today and she mentioned the poem. It was perfect, I had to post about them both.

Thank you to all who serve and have served for my freedom and happiness.

My cousin, Dan, is serving in the navy. He's coming home soon to marry his sweetheart.

Happy Memorial Day!