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:
We thank our veterans for their service.
(Four kitties quietly take the meatloaf position and purr for peace.)
Respectfully mewed,
Lilith, Rosco, Tina, & Miss Lucky
We thank our veterans too, but it is called Armistice Day here.
It is odd, isn't it, that this terrible conflagration produced such beautiful poetry.
Purrs,
The Chans
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
We are so grateful for the sacrifices made by our veterans. Thank you for sharing this beautiful remembrance, dear pals.
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.
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