Monday, May 25, 2009

Remembering. . . .


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, 1915

. , , It is rather for us, the living, we here be dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that, from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they here, gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; that the nation, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people by the people for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
From Lincoln's Gettysburg Address

Remembering on Memorial Day all those who have paid the ultimate price while protecting and defending our nation. May God bless and comfort their families. And may we all be faithful to guard the freedoms wrought and sustained by their sacrifice.


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sara said...


Have a good Day, Linda!

Xandra@Heart-of-Service said...

Love the historic quotes and the poem. Happy Memorial Day!


2nd Cup of Coffee said...

Beautiful, Lid. Love the poem and the pic. I just read yesterday that in 50 years, most of us will be virtually unknown to everyone alive. It's good to remember the countless men and women who have borne our burden.

Beverlydru said...

I love poetry. Thanks for this post. We do need to remember!

P.S. My youngest rarely reads my blog so now worries about her taking my description of blueberries wrong. She did weigh 9.6 lbs at birth so she started out plump and sweet! Oh, so sweet it takes my breath away to think of it.