Remembrance Day (In response to "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.

Poppies grow, 

red with the blood spilt 

upon the land, 

each representing a different soul.

The birds still sing to this day 

their praises and songs for the souls above, 

perhaps remembering the day 

the guns fell silent 

and they could once more be heard.

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.

We are the Living. 

Today we stand and remember those who 

made the ultimate sacrifice 

and those who continue to fight for our country 

and what they believe in. 

We see the sunrise and fall, 

we love and most of all 

remember.

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.

The torch is heavy, 

yet we hold it high above our heads 

and pledge on our hearts 

that we'll never forget 

those who are dead 

or fighting 

for us, 

so they may forever sleep 

in peace 

in Flanders fields.

All writing in italics is from the original poem "In Flanders Fields" by John McCrae

The rest was done by me.

Lest We Forget