A National Moment of Remembrance On Memorial Day
That poem about where “poppies blow�?BR>And, “the crosses, row on row�?BR>Still rings true, these ninety years After written, still brings tears.
We still have Dead, “amid the guns�?BR>And lose our young and our loved ones Those who lived, “short days ago�?BR>Who, “felt dawn, saw sunset glow�?
In Flanders Fields, “the poppy red�?BR>Still grow near where the blood was bled They, “Take up our quarrel with the foe�?And still die for Freedoms that we know.
They pass, “The torch�?to, “hold it high�?And not, “break the faith with us who die�?For they, “shall not sleep, though poppies grow�?Beneath all those, “crosses, row on row�?BR>In Flanders Fields.
Del “Abe�?Jones 4-25-2005 |