A
National
Moment
of
Remembrance
On
Memorial
Day
That
poem
about
where
“poppies
blow”
And,
“the
crosses,
row
on
row”
Still
rings
true,
these
ninety
years
After
written,
still
brings
tears.
We
still
have
Dead,
“amid
the
guns”
And
lose
our
young
and
our
loved
ones
Those
who
lived,
“short
days
ago”
Who,
“felt
dawn,
saw
sunset
glow”.
In
Flanders
Fields,
“the
poppy
red”
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”
In
Flanders
Fields.
~*~
Del
“Abe”
Jones
© 2005
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