Memorial Day 2009

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.

You can read the story of the Memorial Day tradition of passing out red poppies here.

Today, I will repost the video I made for “The Sinking of the Reuben James,” as performed by the Kingston Trio, my tiny effort to help ensure that the fallen are not forgotten. You can read the history of the song at my original post.


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