Thursday, November 10, 2016

Veteran's Day



Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain

When you awaken in the mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.



The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, 1918
The day The War to End All Wars ended.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
between the crosses row on row
that mark our place; and in the sky
Scarce heard among the guns below

We are the dead.  Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset go
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields

Take up our quarrel with the foe!
To you from falling 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.

If only it really had been the war to end all wars................

7 comments:

The Island Cats said...

We thank our veterans for their service.

Unknown said...

(Four kitties quietly take the meatloaf position and purr for peace.)

Respectfully mewed,
Lilith, Rosco, Tina, & Miss Lucky

Memories of Eric and Flynn said...

We thank our veterans too, but it is called Armistice Day here.

Tama-Chan, Benny, Vidock, Violette, Ollie, Heloise, Momo, Ryu said...

It is odd, isn't it, that this terrible conflagration produced such beautiful poetry.

Purrs,
The Chans

Basil and The B Team ~ BionicBasil ® said...

The same as Flynn said, we call it Poppy Day.

The P.A.'s grandfather fought in WW1 and was POW in Germany fur quite sometime...

Purrs

Basil & Co xox

meowmeowmans said...

We are so grateful for the sacrifices made by our veterans. Thank you for sharing this beautiful remembrance, dear pals.

Meezer's Mews & Terrieristical Woofs said...

Thanks so much, veterans, you sacrificed so much on our behalf.
Petcretary was in Canada, and she has been wearing a poppy. Each year when she goes there she gets one, and she saves hem all, too. She has a whole row of them lined up...never ever forget.

Good bye my sweet Nicky

 Good bye my sweet sweet Nicky.  You has a hard time sometimes with your brain injury, but you were always so sweet.  I love you to the moon...