In Flanders Fields
By John McCrae
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.
If you are unaware of the significance of the poppy on this holiday or the background of Memorial Day, please visit this site to increase your knowledge.
Also, today at 3:00 pm your local time, The White House Commission on Remembrance is promoting the spirit of unity and remembrance through observance of The National Moment of Remembrance, to remind us to remember the sacrifices of America's fallen from the Revolutionary War to the present and to recognize those who served and those who continue to serve our great nation.
If you have the time and ability, please take advantage of your city or town or parks and recreation organizations which are very likely hosting some remembrance activity.
Have a wonderful Memorial Day.
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