Day by Day

Wednesday, November 11, 2020

Veteran's 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.

I have a red poppy pin I wear on my hat.  I purchased it from here when I was in Kansas City last year.  I think I'll get one or two more for my motorcycle vest and my coat.

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