Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Remembrance Day

It is Remembrance Day. Here is a poem for you to enjoy

In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

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.

I got the kids to make poppies. It was an interesting thing to watch them try and cut out the parts, but in the end, it worked out.

Ili also gave me a bottle of hand disinfectant and said, "this is for Serbia."

For some reason, I could not stop laughing.