Thursday, 11 November 2010

November 11

I used this shot last year but liked it enough to use it one more time.



In Flanders Fields
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.

- John McCrae



6 comments :

Andy said...

I have great respect for our Vets.

Leif Hagen said...

It's a very regal photo with their handsome quilts and bright red and the dark clouds contrasting overhead!

Virginia said...

A lovely post today W. Thank you .
V

altadenahiker said...

Lovely photo, poem.

TheChieftess said...

Love a marching bagpipes and drum band!!!

And a poignant remembrance...

Oakland Daily Photo said...

I'm glad you reposted this, since I missed it last year. Very effective. Thanks for visiting and leaving a comment.