Rememberance Day
There are so many lives to give thanks for
so we could live in freedom in Canada.
Rememberance Day is November 11th
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
People continue to pay tribute to the poet of "In Flanders Fields" by visiting McCrae House,
a limestone cottage in Guelph, Ontario where he was born.
The house has been preserved as a museum and a memorial cenotaph with a garden of remembrance.
The symbolic poppy and John McCrae's poems are linked with the voices of those who have died
in war and continue to be heard each Remembrance Day.
For Country
Globes for You
Dolls for You
Cards for You
The Armistice
Adoptions from Friends
Poetry
I Remember
I don't remember two World War's
This was before my time
Yet history tells us scores and scores
Lives lost, so I'm here to remind.
They gave up their future
It was no adventure
Some paid the ultimate price
It was the sacrifice.
One day to remember the bold
The day is freezing cold
Takes about, in minutes, thirty
Remember, they were months, cold and dirty.
So our freedom can abide
And standing by our side
The ghosts of man made war
Loving and Praying, no more.
Lyn 2002©
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