Today I will remember my best friend who's buried in the Veterians cemetary.

Remember a Vet today.
All give some...some gave all.

In Flanders field the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row by row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard among 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.

Joe

Very good Joe. It's important to remember. I'm not into poetry but this
is a good one.

If you want read a good prose story on the same theme, read Kipling's
short story "The Gardener."

DSK

Joe wrote:
Today I will remember my best friend who's buried in the Veterians cemetary.

Remember a Vet today.
All give some...some gave all.

In Flanders field the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row by row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard among 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.

That's beautiful, Joe. Always chokes me up when I see pics of the
cemetery at Omaha Beach.

Scotty

"Joe" wrote in message
om...
Today I will remember my best friend who's buried in the Veterians
cemetary.

Remember a Vet today.
All give some...some gave all.

In Flanders field the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row by row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard among 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.

Joe

Thanks Joe, For remembering

Ole Thom

This poem is familiar to all Canadians.
The man who wrote it was killed during the first world war.
In the weeks leading up to Rememberance Day, (same day as the U.S. Vetran's
day), our vetrans hand out lapel pin poppies and collect donations.

"DSK" wrote in message
.. .
Very good Joe. It's important to remember. I'm not into poetry but this
is a good one.

If you want read a good prose story on the same theme, read Kipling's
short story "The Gardener."

DSK

Joe wrote:
Today I will remember my best friend who's buried in the Veterians
cemetary.

Remember a Vet today.
All give some...some gave all.

In Flanders field the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row by row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard among 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.

(Thom Stewart) wrote in message ...
Thanks Joe, For remembering

Ole Thom

I will never forget Ole Thom.
BTW I posted Flanders Field 12 hours before you noticed. You did not
have to wait all day for me to remember.

Joe

"Steve Thomas" wrote in message ...
This poem is familiar to all Canadians.
The man who wrote it was killed during the first world war.



In the weeks leading up to Rememberance Day, (same day as the U.S. Vetran's
day), our vetrans hand out lapel pin poppies and collect donations.


Same here.

Joe






"DSK" wrote in message
.. .
Very good Joe. It's important to remember. I'm not into poetry but this
is a good one.

If you want read a good prose story on the same theme, read Kipling's
short story "The Gardener."

DSK

Joe wrote:
Today I will remember my best friend who's buried in the Veterians
cemetary.

Remember a Vet today.
All give some...some gave all.

In Flanders field the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row by row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard among 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.