Thursday, May 22, 2008

Freedom Isn't Free

In Flanders Fields
John McCrae, 1915
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.
Greater love hath no man than this,
that a man lay down his life for his friends.
John 15:13


Lori said...

Beautiful!!! have a great weekend and a wonderful memorial day:)

tales from an O.C. cottage said...

Neither I, nor anyone else, could
have said it better! Awesome postcard too!
Never forget!

M ^..^

bluemuf said...

The beautiful poem says it all

We should neve forget


Pam said...

Wonderful post.......thank you.

The Burp Cloth Babe said...

Thinking of you....

meg said...

Thank you for this lovely reminder.

Tipper said...

How beautiful and powerful too.

Laura H. said...

thanks for stopping by my little place. i really havent kept up with it in past months like i did when i first started. im enjoying this place... ill def be back through. :)

Laura H. said...

oh and i forgot to say, in school we sang a song written around this poem and it was beautiful. nice post.

Jenni said...

Moving... Thank you for sharing.

Julie said...

Such a beautiful post, Cathy!
Love that scripture.
Many Blessings,

Kate said...

Lovely! Thanks so much for stopping by my place and taking the time to comment. I hope you had a wonderful Memorial Day with your loved ones...have a great week! :)