In Flanders Fields
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.
Nowadays
we canot escape the fact that there are young men being killed in wars far far away, but the pain and
futility for wasted lives is even more acute.
Today we need to remember and celebrate their bravery and mourn with
their families and friends.
On
folksy this month the daily listing club is called November Rockets, I decided
it was time to show some of the beautiful handmade goodies that these talented
folk have been making.
I
hope you have enjoyed looking at the beautiful handmade items from folksy
sellers. Please click on the photos and
it will take you directly to their shop.
BFN
Edwina
Watching the BBC coverage of the Parade now, such sad stories and also such uplifting stories of courage, bravery and selflessness!
ReplyDeleteWe should indeed remember them, both past and present!
Thank you so much for including my Lest we Forget medal style poppy, I am very touched you chose to include it.
Natalie x
Great blog Edwina. That poem always makes me very tearful because it was such a senseless loss of so many young men.
ReplyDeleteShirley x
Excellent post, Edwina, and lovely selection of items.
ReplyDeleteDebbie x
What a lovely blog. Thank you for sharing the poem.
ReplyDeleteLove the selection and thank you very much for including my fingerless mitts.
Am off to a Remembrance Day parade my 6 year old grandson is in.
Linda