Jamie’s Play Palace

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

On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month we stop for two minutes of silence to remember are men and women who died serving our country. On this day I think of all the young men and women who are unselfish in risking their lives to serve their country.  Thank-you~