Wednesday 25 April 2012

In Memorium




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.

In Flanders Fields, by Lt Colonel John McCrae

It's ANZAC Day here in New Zealand, a day to remember those who served and to thank them for the sacrifices they have made.

Have a day of reflection, pictures of painting tomorrow.

CP

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