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A little something the lovely Kay O'Hara shared on myspace.
On this day, November 11, it is was great thankfulness and reverence that I remember of our Heros... past, present and future.
I remember you, tho met, we've not
my freedom with your blood was bought.
the peace within my home each nite
you bartered for on tortured plight
Your courage was a lesson taught.
Gallantly you forged along
head held high, flag held strong.
brothers dying at your knees
broken, starving, crying, pleas
'Lord, give us strength to mend this wrong'
The hardships you endured for me,
a debt owed by society
the loves you left, the seeds unsown
your memories thru fields of poppies blown
a sacrifice to set us free
I remember you, tho met, we've not
your valiancy is not forgot
generations come and go
our priviledge is to let them know
our freedom with your blood was bought...
THANK YOU!
(c)Kay O'Hara
In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
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 it yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
On this day, November 11, it is was great thankfulness and reverence that I remember of our Heros... past, present and future.
I remember you, tho met, we've not
my freedom with your blood was bought.
the peace within my home each nite
you bartered for on tortured plight
Your courage was a lesson taught.
Gallantly you forged along
head held high, flag held strong.
brothers dying at your knees
broken, starving, crying, pleas
'Lord, give us strength to mend this wrong'
The hardships you endured for me,
a debt owed by society
the loves you left, the seeds unsown
your memories thru fields of poppies blown
a sacrifice to set us free
I remember you, tho met, we've not
your valiancy is not forgot
generations come and go
our priviledge is to let them know
our freedom with your blood was bought...
THANK YOU!
(c)Kay O'Hara
In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
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 it yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
